Love does run it's course

around bends and turns

there are time when it ebbs so low

if  i can see an end

but there's a voice 

loud and it screams

hold on to it

the tattered thread

becoming stranded each day

i turn cold and numb

to all emotion 

as music dies in me 

or i've killed it 

a slow unbecoming death

i open myself to a higher calling

or that's what i say

a consolation prize

i fall from grace

a love degrade

i bid good bye 

each day

to a weary love