YOUR LOVE IS WICKED

I used to walk with my head up,
Priding my self with the Stars up.
Now I walk with my head down,
Wallowing away like a withering tree.
I used to sing my heart out,

Loud, high and mighty;
Now I sing in mumbles,
Like one who grumbles,
For my heart is mumbled.
Your love was the pillar behind me,

The armor of my shield, and the
Taproot that held me firm.
Your love - my world  -
Has been my home.
Leaving me, it's crumbled ;

Leaving it cities in shambles.
Now I know, your love is my making and unmaking.
Your love is a sheep in wolf's clothing.
Unmasked, your love is wicked.