Love beats the grasp of hell, once again

Walking alone on a clouded street,
like my mother I stare at two feet.
The black puddles engulf my white shoes.
because I know my love might soon lose,
All that their is and all that was had.
Like my mother felt when I was sad.

I sit, deeply troubled and I wait,
hopeful, outside the hospital gate.

Walking with you on a clouded street
Kissed with flame, I stare at just three feet

Crushed as you may be,
You will always have me.