Weave me a Blanket out of Clouds

Weave a blanket out of clouds
And dye it gold with the sun
Then Wrap it round my empty body

It will keep me safe
From my monsters under the bed
And the shadows that threaten
To swallow my soul

It will warm my cold, aching heart
That cannot know love
For fear of being loved itself

It will depict the battles of the unknown
The future that I have yet to have
The fight that I have yet to finish

And in the end
It shall line my grave
Stained with blood
And torn with tears
Loved because I could love no other

So weave me a blanket out of the clouds
And dye it gold with the sun
So I can love
Even if it means not being loved in return