I thougt i had

i thought of you
as the fate of my heart
Now as days go by am
truly shattered apart
the uncertainity that be is death of we
i thought i had grip
of all that was mine
now all i do is weep
Oh ! what calm and foolish undivine
that's what kept me
is ripping chore of all existence
a broken arrow,a walking shadow
i thought i had you
has all that was true