She walks the path she made herself,
She lays the broken blocks of her lonely destiny.
She does not eat, she does not sleep
But, rather, strikes those that do.
Still, she walks her path alone
With unchained ankles and worn-down wings.
Forever to be alone, who could love her?
Who could love Love herself, for she must be free.
What man or mother could go without her, even for a day?
She walks alone, she's used to it
Millions of years by herself.
She attends everyone of us, to our special needs
But cannot corrupt our own free will.
We were once good friends, Love and i
Yet it seems we've grown apart.
And even though I know I can't,
I long to share her walk.
So here I lay, waiting for the day
When my wish will come true.
When I can walk, side-by-side with love to no-Man's Land
For few know about this fact, Love and Death walk hand in hand.
