I write a tale of love lost hell, a spell of misery
Twelve years ago began this road, a trove of history
So young our start we gave our hearts, to part unwillingly
But in my dreams a replayed theme, it seemed ‘twas not to be
I set her free to live to be, to see life without me
Regret to cause this endless pause, my walls too high to flee
Thoughts of our time possess my mind, I find no rest in sleep
I wake with dread to leave my bed, I’m dead and yet I breathe
No mercy sought no pain is fought, I ought to feel this fee
Possess no right to stop to fight, the night that falls on me
My pained contrast to change the past, this lasting memory
She took my hand and from the tram, we ran accross the street
So as I write into the night, I fight my only need
A brilliant star she travels far, and farther still from me
I hope she finds her travels kind, and lined with many things
To fill her heart and mend at par, the part which was for we
Someday I know I will grow old, and cold winters will bring
Thoughts of the love I let go of, the dove that I set free
Yet still I weep the tears that seep, and keep a silent plea
That when she feels she’s had her fill, she will return to me