Sometimes it hurts,
to watch what you love die...

The Calm,
Cool face of the river...

A lone bird calls out,
in the morning air...

We used to laugh,
we used to cry...

Like shadows before a waning sun,
my soul falls to the shadow...

This is a poem by the woman I love.
I'm alone tonight...

A cold breeze blows through here;
this house which was once our home...