You see the stars shining so bright
Within the moon kissed sky
You hear the lark so sweetly sing
Amidst the morning dawn
You smell the flowers full in bloom
And see their royal pomp.

And yet some place so deep within
You're shrouded and you're closed
The brilliance there you can't see
In mists of misery
Enshrined inside, unable thus
To touch the warmth outside.

You gaze upon this passion spent

And yet . . . inside you die.