AT CROSSROADS
I know what it's like to love a flower,
to fall so deep,
only to fall so short.
I know the dread, the grief,
the sheer power
that the darkness begins to hold.
But now I also know
what it is to be on the other end.
To be loved so deep and true,
but feel nothing but darkness within....
to fall so deep,
only to fall so short.
I know the dread, the grief,
the sheer power
that the darkness begins to hold.
But now I also know
what it is to be on the other end.
To be loved so deep and true,
but feel nothing but darkness within....