Sometimes I find myself
talking to the moon...
Who on earth am I to say,
the things I think are gold...
Looking out my window pane
I had a glimpse of the old days...
Late one night,
in a deep dark sleep...
I can grin and bare;
Hide my empty stare...
Dear love winter is coming soon
Taking off the green stuff of branches...
Embers burn with malicious intent
the ashes spread a heavy blanket...
Bring me to life
Revive my dead heart...
As the noonday sun shone clear
Our past sung a dirge and drew near...
I sit alone now in the darkness of despair.
I cry my silent tears...
Am I really all alone?
I wish I would have known...
It wast suppose to hurt,
You weren't suppose to cry...