Spurned and burned And turned from the One for whom you yearn
I once did glide on Solar winds, but transfixed by Your magnetosphere
No one should know what I know. Be grateful for my Silence. My burden.
I want you near me But the world is ending, I go it alone.
I disappear when He walks in the room, you’d think He would take the hint.
Beneath the gold are Disquieting dark pictures Lost so long ago.