The Ruin Of Me

Look to your left
And you will see
Standing still
The ruin of me

Ivy clad, crumbling stone
A heart, alone.

Battered by the wind
Beaten by the sea
But still standing, still
The ruin of me

Battle scars, where revolutions played
The same old-song, in a different age
Turn a page and you will see
A faded photograph of who I used to be

Looking down from above
And what survives of me
Is love
In the gathering gloom
By a half dead tree
The ghosts of you
Haunt the ruin of me

Battered by the wind
Beaten by the sea
But still standing here
The ruin of me.