• As the day grows older
    and the closing comes closer
    the sun is falling down
    the cold moon comes up
    with the low face of sadness
    where we say are good byes
    the fire dying
    tears may be streaming
    down a sorrow filled face
    no knowing if we are
    to meet again
    or to not
    I already miss the times we talked
    as a lie down
    already off the world we met
    barley sleeping
    that one tear rolling, streaming
    down my face
    I try to sleep
    trying to forget what has happened
    cause I know that possibly
    we shall
    never see each other agian