In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains
Feelings concealed behind a disguise falling from love those sweet
We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
Never My Love With her dying breath she whispered my tomorrow
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
yearning with anticipation as my heart holds the
So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger
The hounds of hell wags their tails while drooling with anticipation
Only innocence can hold dreams within like the sigh of love
Dark Figure *** Tears falling as I sleep falling so strange
The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled