Return to me my precious one

And I’ll return to you in spades.

Come with me towards the sun

Where neither love nor passion fade.

The trip we’ll take through loves lost lives,

Include those on lush whose hearts lie dark.

Those with hearts cut deep by loves knives.

‘tis true time heals but the cut leaves it’s mark.

Return to me my precious one

And I’ll return to you in spades.

Come with me towards the sun

Where neither love nor passion fade.

Let us rise above the wanton wiles

Of the harlot called “Broken Heart”,

And travel all these many miles

To the healing light that kills the dark.

Now renewed we press doggedly on,

Learning life’s lessons along the way.

Healed from the damage of passion gone

To love again in this new day.

Only now we love in word and deed

To fill a selfish greedy need

To feel the rush of passions lust

But afraid to give again our trust.

For deceit disguised as love and trust

Broke the hearts of those no doubt

And now though mended are full of dust

For all the love fell out.

And so it goes when secrets hide,

Betray the trust and shake the core.

Destroying what was once inside

And losing slowly more and more.

To those who deceived us, always know,

That you will reap what you sow.

So be prepared to lose your crown

For your house without fail will come crashing down.

But we shall rise above the wanton wiles

Of the harlot called “Broken Heart”

And travel all these many miles

To the healing light that kills the dark.

Now renewed we press doggedly on

Learning life’s lessons along the way.

Healed from the damage of passion gone

To love again in this new day.