Of Keeping The Fire Down — Mortal Love

Now in hand,a choice ahead. Buried in sand. Once blessed, now dead.

Wake from my dream so it may seem still I regret And I make sure is?

All is gone (To the hate hunting me) Still lost, somehow.

To understand I must? I dig with both hands through a promise I kept

Deeper I love, more I awake And all that I took was not mine to take

All is gone (To the hate hunting me) Still lost, somehow. (to the tears blinding me)