I'm empty inside -
Will You come and be my Fill...

In her right hand she holds a rose,
In her left, a ball and chain...

Enthralled with all the beauty
Of God's wonderful Creation...

Can I have nothing of my own?
Must everything I have or want be shared...

When were you planning to tell me?
Would you've said anything to me anytime later on...

As I walk along, the wind's in my hair;
I'm alone, but it's okay...

When you left, I promised you I wouldn't cry
And I didn't 'til I realized you were gone...