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Under the moon, I sit and cry
I just sit and wonder why
why was she taken from my life
her loss cuts through me like a knife
why is she no longer by my side
her preciouse secrets to confide
for life is short, the years rush past
but I never knew that kiss would be our last
she is no longer in my sight
without her, I'm in an endless fight
a fight for truth and for meaning
what is this that I'm feeling
with no one else on my side
if this keeps up, I wont be alive
because she's no longer in my site
with this knife, I end my fight