I wake up every morning feeling hurt inside and I'm so sad the situations hopeless and I see, The woman who meant everything to me, wants to be free, free from me. And I know that things were difficult between us and we couldn't speak about our feelings, we just kept them in, We kept them in a place we'd never been, that was contained and shuttered in. And I know that what will be yes it will be, For I love you and I have to set you free, There's no point in being angry for the anger will hurt me, ultimatley, as I now see, Are the children happy living without me, How I wish we could have spoken honestly. So I think about you all the time, The children number 29 when we married and how we loved to dance, The times we went on holidays to France And your Dad, when he took bad. The walks on Stifkey Marshes how you loved the rain upon your face, the kitchen with the handsome Gothic door, Your excitment when the Arsenal did score and the stones on Clays grey shore. And I know that what will be yes it will be, For I love you and I have to set you free, Yes I hurt you, yes you hurt me, How I wish that we could be in harmony so perfectly. Are the children happy living without me, How I wish we could have spoken honestly.