I have ripped apart the photographs we had yet to take,
and I have wept my love, oh how I have wept.
I have said farewell to the children we had yet to make,
and I have bled my love, oh how I have bled.

I have watched our viable future burning at the stake,
and I have cried my love, oh how I have cried.
I have buried my dream and spoke at its wake,
And I have died my love, oh how I have died.