His eyes stare into the cold rushing river,
he felt sorrow in the air for he knows she is gone.
The warm candlesticks are now cold,
and his heart felt like ice for he knows she is gone.
Rumors flew around talking about her dissapperance.
He feels it is his bad fortune, was he cursed?
He caught a glimpse of a picture of them together so happily.
Perhaps he hadn't lost her entirely.
He looks at the present she gave him for their anniversary.
A heart a silver stone, a stone as white as the moon.
He wishes his talents could bring her back and clear the stormy clouds out of his eyes.
