Solace in my sin.

It's not your fault the shadows come
The sun Amits the clouds of white 
I dream of heaven and your touch the only holy light, 

Whatever happened to the darkness 
I seem so unafraid,  I took the hand of a stranger love for your deathly bed
was laid,

In my heart I seek to find forgiveness for my skin, and in the darkest hours then
Find solace in my sin,

For I must endure the rapid fall of loves embrace,  and conside without you here
The image of your face,

What would grace the grounds of faith
I let the darkness know me well
And in the time that we're apart feel a certain point of hell

Only to dwell in the light of heavens shined upon your tomb or stone, lost time seeks to ask a question,  I cannot bare nor to atone, 

What would grace the grounds of love for hand and limbs are out of reach,  and every word I seek to find,  would tell as if to preach, 

I cannot recall the laughter through those saddened tears, nor the voice that bought my heart a resting place asides from fears 

But all the love I have within me holds a strength I've never known, and calls the darkest places a piece of heaven of 
my own

For the sadness rests in shades of your attentive heart, no matter in death
Not mind to part.