7 (C3)

As winter steals the day from out the skies,
you stole the beauty from out my eyes.
The leaves fall and are washed out to sea,
as I'm struggling to go on, the pain won't let me be.

Darkness washes over my soul disguising the break
but everybody knows,
they see the torment in my eyes,
they know the truth behind my lies,
they see the broken dreams left behind,
and the twinkle that never shines.

A shadow of my former self,
a tired mind low on health,
on the edge to late to see what heaven has in store for me,
its purgatory that holds my soul,
once alchemists turn lead to gold,
or until she returns to set me free,
to complete my heart and be
Forever with me.