"Dear diary,



Please forgive my melancholy mood, but today I write hoping to find relief from my unquiet thoughts.

For some time now I've been heavy with weariness. The doctor suspects a chill of the blood and has given me a bitter medicine which I must take some morning, noon and night. Thus far it has brought me no relief.

I make light of these troubles in my letters to Joseph, as he faces his own challenges at sea. But dearest diary, I am so afraid."



my love my blessed soul

I'm whispering your name

from this moment on

we'll not be the same



I dread to speak these words

if forever they'll be heard

they'll ache and cause you pain



I live a silent dream

my hope has turned to dust

with you is where my heart

yearns to be



once more to see the dawn

and embrace the rising sun

but now the moment's gone



and now the moment's gone



my love my shining star

I'm pleading with the moon

the only one who knows

where you are



an evil cold and grey

makes my body fade away

my faith has gone astray



I write without a sound

my words will never dry

they're melting in my tears falling down



I'd wish you'd stand ashore

be with me forevermore

but now the moment's gone



and now the moment's gone