I wake at night and think about my love.
I reach for my phone and call my love.
My love did not answer my call,
I sent my love a text,
My love did not reply.
I stop, I stand, I sit as all hope is lost.

Suddenly there's darkness all around me.
A darkness blacker than hundred midnights.
A fearful night beyond the shock of nightmares.
From within I hear a song, a most solemn song
A sad side song of lost hope.
My song is but a dirge without my love.