["And ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth]
[Until the hour of separation." - Kahlil Gibran]
Maybe someday someone will love me
For what I am (instead of what I should be.)
Until that day I'll just sit here weeping,
Chasing dreams is like shadow leaping.
The face behind the mirror - an unrecognised reflection,
His eyes look old and tired - filled with bitter recollection.
The cross that he has carried was a burden I have made,
It's a baptism of tears - they are the seas in which I bathe.
'Cause there's a fire in my heart - but I can't breathe for the smoke,
Seems that I'm living proof my life's a practical joke.
There's a wind in my sails (but I have lost all my direction),
With no stars to guide me now you're not here beside me anymore.
Somehow, somewhere you will discover
A love so sweet that it taste like no other,
And on that day may you both drink deep
From that grail we found - but then we failed to keep.
It's a lesson I've learned well - some things just cannot be,
The key that will unlock your soul is someone else (not me).
But if you should remember - hope you smile and wish me well,
As I walk my path to heaven through ten thousand miles of hell.
I stand alone against the cold grey sky,
It was blue that day (but not as blue as I).
I left my hearts high on that Roman hill,
I'll wait a thousand years but it will be there still.
Holding hands in silence as the day came to an end,
We climbed up there as lovers - then we walked back down just friends.
I've know my share of heartaches, never thought of them as bad -
But had never quite imagined I could ever feel this sad.