It must be true as the say
He is a man who fears the day

Kept from folk and far from love
Of course she fits like a glove

This tragedy rolls on
For her love is gone

Living life, far far away
Wondering every every day

What his love is thinking
While he keeps on drinking

The girl in his mind fades
It's soon naught but a shade

But across the sea she waits
Walking tirelessly at the gates

Our young man is but a shell
Trapped in his own small hell

She lifts his curse, and his cage
He stride in to this new age

The days are filled with golden light
For their love was shining bright

But then she remembers that she waits
And our boy, is thrown at the gates

Why would she not see his happiness
The way he had removed her sadness

They now only met in dreamlike states
Unknowing of any of these fates

And the end we do not know at all
All we know, is he waits at her hall