• I’ve become so old; I’m used to the pain.

    I’ve grown so numb, emotions restrained.

    In my heart, something has decayed.

    It has seethed in hatred, withered and aged.

    You’ve wept and watered it with your tears –

    yet it has not grown in all these years.


    Long you’ve hoped, long you’ve prayed,

    that my soul could – if only – be saved.

    Despite your efforts, the time you commit,

    there is something I must admit.

    This shining light which warms the heart…..


    “I never had it, from the start.”