Speak not my name for fear of ill
the wrath of time has cursed me well
now all that's left… this hollow frame
where love collides with guilt and blame.
Only empty spaces now fill this heart
since hope and love ripped truth apart
and hands that once would hold love near
hold only pain and long past tears.
Once my name was voiced with pride
so full of hope… no love denied
my heart so strong to hold love near
my courage true to out live fear.
But then love collides with all I am
and leaves me this… a broken man
now all I touch just turns to pain
so for fear of ill …speak not my name.
