Walk upon my soul,
trodden upon my heart.
As death walks his lonely road,
I seek his humble abode.
You see the danger in my glare,
yet force upon me your evil stare.
This laughter of yours,
is crystal and cold,
shattered by a love,
broad and bold.
So do not trodden upon my heart,
do not walk upon my soul.
For I have found a love,
as beauty once told.
