Knowing the you,
Has at one stroke my needless death deprived.
Knowing the you,
Has made sure death will surely die.
I found the certain love,
Not upon sunlit hills or tumbling stream
But in the darkest places never seen.
A love that worships every dream,
A love that haunts my blackest scream.
And with my loving hand,
That tender, strokes your head
I must also drop by burning drop,
Leave you sleeping in your bed.
For knowing the you,
“Lasts for always”.