Thine eyes are full of promise,
thine voice of the divine.
My confidence thou swallows,
never shalt be mine.
Forgive my raving soul,
its screams, not heard by one.
For I’m the one that follows,
not farther than I’ve come.
I can’t go on in this pretense,
no path to go alone.
The hearts of whom I follow,
will sooner turn to stone.