Weakest of moments are these

The choking hold of insanity

Loses it's grip and cuts me so deep

With the knife of clear memories

Of that innocent past which didn't last

Oh, no! No!

The precious of mine

For you I would die

My love, my life, my everything

For you I cry

But not anymore

The things will get better

I will come to you

And soon we'll be together

Forever...