A fantasy of mine,
It was sewn in time.
Only time could tell,
Yet only time could kill.
The short life lived,
With so many dreams undid.
You did what you had to,
Life treated you as it wanted.
Now its a matter of time,
Until your sights again in my eyes,
And until I can end my cries.
But its hard to say goodbye,
Yet so easyto ask God why.
Why did he take you out of my life,
And turn pain into strife. |