Against The Wind

With clenched fist

and a smile

I bid you adieu

O sweet sacrament

I will look on

till you've crossed the horizon

into a distant land

then  bow down

and collect

pieces of our short romance.

This moment we part

I shall for ever detest,

the heart that once held you dear

is filled with pain and unrest.

There in the highland

we anchored against the wind

ready to battle the odds

standing hand in hand.

Now between us stands

iron walls of belief

wish I could break them

I'd break them with my bare hands

only if they were made

of stones and sand.

This armour I wear

is no good to me

what's gonna save me

from the hurt that starts within?

In this burning land of broken bonds

I'll shake hands with the devil

for some venal solace

and in each passing moment

drown in self-abhor.

Please do forgive me

when I ruin the canvas

on which you painted

picture of my ideal self.

And the tune you taught me,

I shall not hum it anymore

For I am afraid to sound happy

in this silent hell.