How many loves can one heart hold?
And when broken, do the cracks ever mend?
At this age should I be so bold?
How many loves can one heart hold?
Starting again leaves me cold.
Can we begin this romance as friends?
How many loves can one heart hold?
I'm willing to follow this road to the end.
Before the starry-eyed curtain falls,
before the last treasured memories can fade
I'll look back to see we three standing tall
without a clue the grim reaper was bringing his blade.
I have asked myself a million times, why we?
Why take one so young so our marriage was torn asunder?
A shitstorm that ripped the branches from a tender tree.
We were scattered clouds running from the thunder.
We were bound to fall apart like a trilogy of crashing stars
each one concealing their hidden, private pain.
The two of us left standing carry the scars
and I think about the two of you every time it rains.
Don't forget me, and remember when you flew overhead
and we were crashing stars in the universe's bed.
I hardly know how to be
words fail me every time.
Mountains we did climb
when it was you and me.
You struggled to be free
and wouldn't last a lifetime.
It drove me to my knees
where I stayed for a long time.
I'm living near the sea
where your ashes are full time
sparkling in the sunshine
at least you're living carefree.
I hardly know how to be.
Words fail me every time.
There is a grace as age descends
twas given to men, a gift of the Gods
that death comes creeping as a friend.
With softest steps it condescends
with shuffling feet, it plods.
There is a grace as age descends.
So sneaky death, though it offends
doth whisper sweet until the end
for death comes creeping as a friend.
And thinking you are on the mend
the vulcher swoops and caws.
There is a grace as age descends.
The preacher sounds the final lament
when we welcome the wormy sod.
For death comes creeping as a friend.
Destruction need not ever repent
for gently untying the knots.
There is a grace as age descends
when death comes creeping as a friend.
To let you go, I'm moving on
will find another to welcome this kiss.
Art was the muse I threw my passion upon.
Why are you so hard to dismiss?
I see your smile but it's for her now.
It's high time I fixed the holes in my heart.
How easy you left when I didn't know how.
This time I'll play the vanishing part.
The past is gone so face the truth.
But the memories got spilled everywhere.
We met in a time of carefree youth
having a torrid love affair.
Why are you so hard to dismiss?
I must rescue myself from this ancient abyss.
The silence is too silent, a weight to bear
like the cloak of darkness of the longest night
we keep our distance in the pale moonlight
and play solitaire.
But we had plans as lovers do
to see each other to the end.
But now you want to call me friend
and other loves pursue.
Yet, I will smile and shake your hand
as if we had never tasted passion.
I am stuck out here in no man's land
as falsehood's all the fashion.
But tell me, won't you, what happens when
our eyes meet and time stands still
swept up in love again
against our will.
What drags us back to yesteryear
no matter what we say or do?
How many years have we passed through
yet youthful we appear.
Oh, how the mind remembers love
the lucky two of fates star-crossed.
But foolish youth, opportunity lost.
A beloved now we're bereft of.
So here I sit in no man's land
because there is no going back.
I hope, I pray I cut me some slack
with my feet stuck in the sand.