Steadfast

Something pretty...

To hold your hand in the darkness when the sorrows of life blinds you
You're path of destruction consumes us and on our shoulders these burdens you've fed
I would it were the end
I would it were a dream
There's a demon inside of us with a passion and it screams
The darkest knight so hard to find he lies within the trees with a gentle heart so consumed with this disease
Come to me your healer
Come to me young king
Release with every breath
These sorrows from our chest
My hand is yours to forever hold from this realm to infinity

Author's Note

Just went with it.