Now the Severing

The brighter, bolder things are gone// But we are left to soldier on// We blindly try to trudge on through// Because that is all we are able to// There is no feat of derring-do// That will permit me to reunite with you// You shattered my heart and shook my mind// I had once imagined you were kind// By smashing what was you and me// You think you will claim victory// But it is innocents who bear the cost// Of everything good that was lost