You were so happy with me at first,
Just the sight of me brought out the glee,
But as time goes on, and on it goes
Down cold rivers your body flows.
Descent into the dead of winter,
Where the sun can’t shine.
Descend down the cold whirlpool,
where only fear resides.
Whats the point of living at all,
In the cool rivers my body follows.
Following you, down the water holes,
With the fear about, I attempt to find,
The girl I knew,
The girl that was mine.
Down into the darkness she descends,
Drawn to the fear, and the misery within,
Drawn without hope, without reason, without me…
She finds nothing, but cold castles of ice, sheer rock, and flight.
I hope, nay pray! For the girl I seek,
I know if I find her, I will likely break.
For it is my fault she’s come to run away,
And it is my fault she curses the world every day.
She feels all I wish to do is fight,
She feels I hate her with all my might,
She’s wrong of course; I love her still,
My proof? I’m following her cold and ill,
To places I despise; through fear,
And the whirlpool of lies.
While I descend the cool rivers depths,
With cool cool winter all around.
I think of summer,
And what I was surprised to find.
I found a lovely girl,
A girl I loved almost at first sight,
A girl that I could stand,
A girl that caused me to sway,
A girl I loved that took me away.
Her ascension was swift,
And I found her loveliness grew,
So we planted a tree,
From the love both of us knew.
We loved that tree,
And it began to prosper,
With the roots receiving,
All our love.
The tree grew strong,
Surviving several storms,
And off the joy of our love,
It grew some more!
Until one day, my lovely girl,
Decided to disappear behind a veil.
Try as I might to save my lady,
The door was shut, and the door was steady.
Yet even then, I loved her still,
But my attempts to free her were to no avail.
She screamed it was all my fault,
That the tree was disgusting,
Wrought with knots and decaying leaves.
Filled with worms, beetles, and held no seeds.
She told me I had stolen the joy,
The joy the tree needed to grow.
It was all so coy.
For all she did was blame it on me.
Try as I might to raise her spirits,
She hid behind all her “merits”
I attempted to find any way around,
But of course she hid what could not be found.
In time however, I learned the truth,
She felt the tree had grown too soon.
Fear had griped her, and she embrassed.
Scared for her life, and scared of my face.
She descended into the river, deep.
Into the whirlpool, swept away.
I jumped on in to find her there,
In hopes her joy, could brighten my day.