I am lost; lost in love, lost in life.
Caught between wrong and right.
I spoke of a sordid past that clouded your eyes.
I took a piece of your heart and lost mine.
I wish I could give it back, but I can’t.
I say that I am sorry, but the words taste
Old and stale in my mouth.
Hurt wells up in your misty eyes
And I see the trust fall down
Your dolorous face in rivers.
Its haunting image weighs heavy
Upon my unfortunate soul.
But I carry it up a steep climb,
Hoping that one day I might
Regain what I have lost.