My eyes are faded
My heart too cold
Will ever there be trust
To a man, my heart, thy hold
A shell, perhaps
Or a lack of “what could be”
But the ice arises
Even if a trust that shows in he
My Father, above, in your high glory
Show me that my idea is wrong
Or else this heart might harden
To a place of dark, sad song
I must admit my love was never given
But what I’ve seen is no comfort to me
An addiction of sex seems to be the mind
Of the modern he
I want to love in a gentle song
But the cold still holds me back
A defense, perhaps, from dark nights long
And the sight of the heartbroken
A heart pain, I never want to be
But still the curiosity
Of what a real love can be
With thee and me
Still, I seek a gentle song
And not a fling of desire
So far, no man has broken
This heart of cold fire
My heart too cold
Will ever there be trust
To a man, my heart, thy hold
A shell, perhaps
Or a lack of “what could be”
But the ice arises
Even if a trust that shows in he
My Father, above, in your high glory
Show me that my idea is wrong
Or else this heart might harden
To a place of dark, sad song
I must admit my love was never given
But what I’ve seen is no comfort to me
An addiction of sex seems to be the mind
Of the modern he
I want to love in a gentle song
But the cold still holds me back
A defense, perhaps, from dark nights long
And the sight of the heartbroken
A heart pain, I never want to be
But still the curiosity
Of what a real love can be
With thee and me
Still, I seek a gentle song
And not a fling of desire
So far, no man has broken
This heart of cold fire
