Bed of Swords
At night I lay upon a bed of swords
Because my lover is so far away.
The blades cut deep, until there are no words;
No rest by night, nor balm to ease my day.
For what can cure the pangs of loneliness?
Her absence leaves an emptiness within
That's more than I can bear, I must confess:
To live alone where once my love has been.
The face I wear in public won't reveal
The restlessness born of my lonely nights.
And I will suffer silently until
Once more my lady stands upon my right.
By day I walk about with wounds concealed
Till only by her presense they are healed.
Because my lover is so far away.
The blades cut deep, until there are no words;
No rest by night, nor balm to ease my day.
For what can cure the pangs of loneliness?
Her absence leaves an emptiness within
That's more than I can bear, I must confess:
To live alone where once my love has been.
The face I wear in public won't reveal
The restlessness born of my lonely nights.
And I will suffer silently until
Once more my lady stands upon my right.
By day I walk about with wounds concealed
Till only by her presense they are healed.