Samstag, 12. Februar 2011
Life once had a meaning, and once I was safe.
Once there was freedom, and once I could laugh.
Happiness once was alive, and once I had another half.
Once I shared his love, once I was by his side,
once I felt I fitted, so quickly that died.
His grace so great, his beauty so vast,
All I ever wanted, was for it to last.
Fate maybe had another plan, or maybe he had another love,
But it all fell apart, the hand too big for the glove.
Now it's all died away,
happiness, joy, love; all memories.
Now I walk alone in this dark, dark world,
with no light to guide my way.