In the silent deep of many nights she comes
Kneel upon GOD’s glory she cries
For His mercy to heed a yearning she’s been had
Of a man whose heart yearns same as she does.
It started when she came on board
That all would ask who’s in hold,
Such fragile heart in such evade
Afraid of heights, each edge’s a sword.
I often wonder the depths of what dreams can actually depict?
I wouldn't say that it is just a mere reflection of past events,
or of a circumstance soon to take place.
Could it be an interpretation of what people often say,
In his world, she's a far cry,
and in her world he won't be found.
Women fell upon his feet,
and in her existence, his likes don't exist.