["And ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth] [until the hour of separation." - Kahlil Gibran]
Maybe someday someone will love me for what I am (instead of what I should be.) Until that day I'll just sit here weeping, chasing dreams is like shadow leaping.
The face behind the mirror - an unrecognised reflection, his eyes look old and tired - filled with bitter recollection. The cross that he has carried was a burden I have made, It's a baptism of tears - they are the seas in which I bathe.
'Cause there's a fire in my heart - but I can't breathe for the smoke, seems that I'm living proof my life's a practical joke. There's a wind in my sails (but I have lost all my direction), with no stars to guide me now you're not here beside me anymore.
Somehow, somewhere you will discover a love so sweet that it tasted like no other, and on that day may you both drink deep from that grail we found - but then failed to keep.
It's a season I've learned well - some things just cannot be, the key that will unlock your soul is someone else (not me). If you should remember - hope you smile and wish me well, as I walk my path to heaven through ten thousand miles of hell.
I stand alone against the cold grey sky, it was blue that day (but not as blue as I). I left my hearts high on that Roman hill, I'll wait a thousand years but it will be there still.
Holding hands in silence as the day came to an end, we climbed up there as lovers - then we walked back down just friends. I've know my share of heartaches, never thought of them as bad - but had never quite imagined I could ever feel this sad.