Lonely Kingdom

In a land beyond love and lust
Where all that exists
Is a lonely field
And the desire to be held
One with which to grow old
Beauty and warmth are but a dream
Your arms are empty and eyes are full
Only for a moment though
As the tears begin to fall
This country disappears to dreams
The fear that they will not come true
Visions of love and beauty
And arms no longer empty
Someone to love that I can hold tight
And Iâll never be alone again through the night
But wake each morn to a love
Born in His light
My own sweet love
An angel within my site
Still though I wander in this land
A country of lonely plight
I fear this be my home
My kingdom
My prison
A lonely throne