I've been reluctant to say it,
I'm afraid this time it may be real...

The loss of a loved one.
Can be so awful and cruel...

He crept in the bushes.
Yesterday He had turned nineteen...

I find peace in the quiescence,
Never alone when you have oneself...

The Window inside of my room.
Glows with depression...

Ive never found a love like this.
Its hard to explain just exactly how I feel...

The Harlequin grips his violin,
The Cafe is ready to go...

To my new love.
Who I have yet to meet...

Is this the end?
Will this generation be the one...

Time stands still.
And I close my eyes to see...

Today is Tomorrow.
And Tomorrow Today...

What is true love.
And Why do we desire it so...