I get your message the silence is deafening
That doesn’t mean my love is lessening
Or that my heart will stop it’s deadening
But perhaps this is a day of reckoning

I know today like I knew before
There may never be one that I’ll love more
But from this point on I will try to explore
And perhaps my happiness I can restore

And who knows what the future will hold
A mystery that is yet to unfold
Perhaps in months or years, I’ll hold
Your hand again, ‘till we grow old

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope
But for now I’m trying not to mope
I’m looking for ways that I can cope
Otherwise I’ll drive myself to the rope