I shall ask of thee falter not in vain,

hidden scars found upon body and soul.

Shallowly left to weep among hearts slain,

life bleeds only what we so boldly show.

Trembled hands find open window empty,

searching the night spares no dreams of heaven.

With day you are found in my soul plenty,

I am lost in his burdened confession.

I shall ask of thee falter not in vain,

find my heart driven in your peace of mind.

I wish thee no scars left in founded pain,

a weeping soul searches for you to find.

I shall only ask for one thing from thee,

be a true and loving soul faithfully.