Oh Lord tell me, help me understand,
I'm broken, reach out and give me your loving hand.
I'm begging Lord, I'm so tired help me stand,
My old friend who walks beside me in a different land.

Tell me, what becomes of the loved ones left behind,
When lovers leave and in turn leave their past behind.
A love so rich yet stormy, yet filled with pride,
Suddenly cut loose from one side.

But not from me,
Hence here I now must reside.
To try and make sense of senselessness,
and console myself in hopelessness.

The mind once fresh betrays over time,
Did it really exist? or I did I leave that life behind?
Not by my choosing,
But my dear love loosing,
Her faith in and our love in time.
Together.