Oscar Wilde

On oceans edge and rivers deep
Cast thine trouble into sleep
And when the golden day breaks at dawn
Those loathsome secrets from you I keep

When nothing more is said or done
And the love we hold is old and gone
Those fearful things inside me reap
We'll break our promises until there's none

So once again we find ourselves alone
Laying naked upon gravel and stone
When everything inside me is dead
And no forbidden valleys are left to roam

I will find my Heaven in Hell instead
When all these troubles are cast to sleep
Bye the by, my soul tortured and fed
By the hunger inside we sow and reap