Sitting under the tree... Darkness all the way

She being the light came into my life took all that away Loved the pleasure of being loved

Loved the presence of her being.. so

loved

The darkness came in again

Came all those suffering and pain Holding your hands was always the goal of this imperfect man

The warmth of your presence made me feel so unworthy of it.. So I became, Maybe all I deserved was being in the darkness..
So I'm

It was only dark but it's cold too now...