It doesn’t matter where we stand,
A field, a church, or a empty land.
A burned forest, the skies turned gray,
With her, it’s beautiful in every way.

It’s not the place, but who I see,
Her presence turns the world to dream.
Wherever she is, wherever I am,
That’s where my heart will make its stand.

But she’s not here anymore,
And so I stand, staring into the void.
I’ll speak the words I never could,
But they’ll echo in the silence, destroyed.

I’ll invent a tragedy that never ends,
A love that dies, then twists, then bends,
A world without her, forever gray,
Where I exist, but I’m not alive in any way.

And the abyss will answer not a word,
Just swallow me whole, and leave me unheard.