There is none a tear to weep
Nor any pain left to sense
as have become unfeeling so truly
numb and inhuman hence
and words shall bear no meaning
as such as this life is now
but will so continue weaning
to that the lack of love
for It is now as destined to be
That solitude be my consort
And sadness my only offspring
To live by, my only comfort
oh my love to caress and care
to own and hold her close
to clutch her hand and dare
the world and all its throes
but she is now so distant
A memory such farthest from me
yet ' tis memory I live by
and a hope, to someday see
