Her compass lost, the meridian fill
an estranged soul with bearings from her...

A
little...

Silent nights, those sleepless times,
your absence burning me inside...

Disappointment draws you by the hand,
projecting you to the sky...

Alas, here she comes;
reigning queen of sorrows...

The signs were there
subtle but present...

Staring at you,
I tread atop the faint creases...

I met my missy down by the stables
one forlorn velvet night...

Before I say,
my last goodbyes...

Here's to a friendship that never blows
a strong-hearted bond fusing old and new...

I could be the one
I could be the one...

To you:
I remember the day when we met...