The times we had will
Always be the times I  treasured the most.
So shortly lived but yet
The bond so strong.

Like a movie scene,
I used to replay my version of events.
We danced to every song,
And swayed at every beat.

We go with the flow
And had the times of our lives.
Sometimes our dance were slow,
Sometimes lonely and sometimes happy.

Our every move matched the
Rhythm of my heart.
Our love went on with every melody.
Every song played tells a story about us.

But I never knew our time would
Be this short.
Our dance became slow
And our melody has reached the end.

The rhythm stopped.
And you asked...
'What can we do now that the music's done...
My love..'

That feeling of accomplishment,
Or that air of regret;
Lingers when you've made a choice.
Like the smoke from a cigarette;
That rises up but never goes back in,
You can't alter the situation
That you've chosen.
But is your choice right or wrong?
The answer is neither.

Evil wing in ether beating;
Vultures at the spirit eating.
Things unseen forever fleeting,
Black against the leering sky.
Ghastly shades of bygone gladness;
Clawing fiends of future sadness.
Mingle in a cloud of madness,
Ever on the soul to lie.