As days come and go
I sit and wonder of the times that have pass

The memories so clear
the outline of our time gone
slipped away into the night

Separate ways we shall go
walking in the shadows
trying to find new life

A love that felt...meant to be...
has faded into memories

The tears that cry, cry wondering why?
No longer can I take the rose color glasses

I must walk, head held high
into the present, letting go of the love that
was not meant to be...