With a long lost love they shall never find
Whose purpose lost so long ago
And cry the tears of what they will never know
Poor lost lambs with heart cuts deep
Shed tears of loss in a crumpled heap
No joy for the lost souls of spirits dry
Aged so great now must wait to die
A wither life now maintains a roll
For one so young with no hope of soul
Given to the quest to lie with the beast
Now await the death in time's release
