That For Which I Yearn

A heart yearns for everything,
It knows it can never have,
It sings a song a thousand times,
But knows it's never heard.

A fairytale to plague the mind,
With friends and foe alike,
A sight to see them in your head,
A place you'll never find.

A place to mind your weary soul,
From the lonely jaded road,
Where kings weep and fallen sheep,
Cluster in silent hope.

A heavy wind to knock the gates,
Of heavens blissful role,
A devil's way of making pain,
Become a daily chore.

And the heart aches,
A mind breaks,
A soul shatters,
And the devil's won.
Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi