Epitaph

This card I write, I write with love
although of you, I've had enough -
for all the pain and all the drain
you put upon my weary brain -
taking two, it always must
built on dreams and built on trust
to make it true and make it new
each day we love, as 'Me and You'

Yet in your world, you are but lost
you've strayed away from Heaven's Cross
and sold your soul to someone south
with golden venom in your mouth -
Your house so large will be at last
and I will be within your past
yet dreams will fail and you will fall
and never will I care at all -