Standing in the shadow of your glory,
Is this a horror story?
As I struggle to control my fury
The counter-balance goes topsy-turvy
I am forever blind by your everlasting beauty,
Too precious to touch,
But it tortures me, every single day
You take a step closer, and it rains rose petals
From the Highest Heaven, to the Deepest Depths of Hell,
I would follow you,
Like a man possessed,
A Fixed thought, drilled into my skull.
So here I am, telling a story,
That would usually sound so corny,
Shall I release my fury?
Or continue to stand in the shadow of your glory?