W. E. W.

Oh sing with me a hymn,
for the light that has dimmed,
For the heart that no longer beats.
Even until death,
When nothin' else is left,
And the pain has finally ceased.
Oh and the sun will never shine,
On this cold dead heart of mine.

Sing with me a hymn,
For the body that's grown weary,
For the voice that's forever stilled.
My lips will utter praise,
Until the end of days,
For the space that cannot be filled.
And the sun will never shine,
On this cold dead heart of mine.

Oh I will be your roof,
Your shelter from the storm,
Your footing against the wind.
I'll mend for your my dear,
Them hopes that have been torn,
And I hope our paths will cross again...