Love's Death

That woman I love, I loved her beyond the known. She left me heartless, cold, all alone. This mean, cruel world treats a poor man like a slave. Be better off laid down, in an old, dark grave. Lonely nights spent crying. Empty days wasted and dying. Death has no mercy, falling. Love has no help, calling. There is no charity in this lonely land. No relief found here for a lonesome man. Great God what can a poor boy do, when the devil comes crawling after you; he'll take your heart, and if you let him, your soul too. Death steals love every chance it gets. Leaves an empty heart, full of no good regrets. Oh, you don't love me baby anymore, I know. You turned cold, and just had to go. Oh, what a woman can do to a man's heart. Rip it up, and tear it all apart. My hearts gone. My soul hanging on by a thread. Even my body is nearly dead. Death gives no quarter in all the land. Love holds on best it can. But, in the end love falls, death stands. It won't take long, you look once, twice, and then you're heart is gone. The dust of the chase is all that remains. Love is a gamble, and sometimes a losing game. So I go sit beside the river of Babylon, and weep. Pray to the Lord, my soul to keep, for I have nothing else left to sow, or to reap.