Lenore

The cold hard morning worn and weary,
Descends upon us, dull and dreary,
As I lay here silent dreaming
Of your simple golden core,
The core I want forevermore.

The clouds they stay, those fields of grey,
Those clouds of subtle, quiet dismay,
As I wake from silent slumber,
Slumber of your golden core,
The core I need forevermore.

As sunshine lifts its battered eyelid,
The clouds they stay, they stay like I did,
On that morning cold and hard,
I stayed and dreamt dreams of your core,
That core I need forevermore.

And as the evils of this city
Awake from sleep, their eyes still gritty,
I will protect you from their harm,
Protect you and your golden core,
That core you need forevermore.

And when we climb atop the Tower,
And when our clocks have reached the hour,
The hour of their final chime,
And when we both run out of time
I'll hold your core, sweet and sublime,
I'll hold it here, right next to mine,
I'll hold your gentle, perfect core,
Your core I'll hold forevermore.