Fear has enslaved my soul in shrouds
The fear of losing you to the clouds
Three days was all we had
Thinking about the short time makes me mad
Now that we have parted, all is as it was
Almost like I never came, memory reduced to fuzz
Knowing better as I do however
Keeps me going through all weather
Yet somehow I have to wonder
How long can I put up with thunder
For now my soul patiently waits
Until heaven once again opens its gates
