PALE PORTRAIT

Outiside the winds are thrashing
Gusts upon the sill and door
This house is old and has begun
To settle in with time
These walls are like a place back home
Above my fathers room
They are comfort in this turbulence
My anchor in the storm

A pale portrait is all I've left to show
Laced in this misery and woe

There is a light that hits
My room at dusk
Illuminates a face
Bereft of all disgrace
A face I've come to know and love
Yet I have never seen its grace

Etch her spirit In my flesh
Engrave her name into my soul

A pale portrait is all I've left to show
It's all I have left to show
Laced in this misery and woe