As the rain to the soil,
My tears are pouring down.
My knight has lost the battle.
He lies here on the ground.
I cannot wake his wounded heart.
He will not lift his eyes.
Oh, my soul is aching now.
My heart is paralyzed.
Someone take away my pain,
And restore the life of my knight.
My world could never dawn again.
I’m imprisoned within the night.
By his side lies his sword.
I draw it back to lance.
I fall upon his lifeless soul.
We become a buried romance.

3-4-1991 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire