I was ready to relish
In the fruits of our labour
We'd come far from there
The odds finally in our favour

It seems that fate
With twisted wicked tricks
Has our candles of hope
Burning at the end of their wicks

A single wish
That we'd asked to come true
Is all that seemed to be ignored
When I bring up me being with you

Guilt, doubt, misery
and evergrowing sorrow
Are the side affects of thinking
It's worth not waking *tomorrow