i can't see a thing
and my heart is on fire
beating more fiercely
with every passing hour
i followed a path
and it left me here
at the end of my rope
my road, i fear
that all i can say
or think or believe
is lost in the darkness...



if my heart could pour its blood
on the salty, dusty earth
and it would dry in just the pattern
that would make clear
absolutely clear, my love
I might just allow it...