He thought he had it all,
A loving wife, a happy family...

So we've complained enough
And chased our Winter away...

Intimacy is a garden, lush and green,
Where two hearts meet and souls convene...

The hunter and the hunted,
creatures of instinct...

The warmth I craved, I sought it so
In winter's chill and frost and snow...

I'm well aware of this history
Because I've read His story...

Let's push these aside and let's get going,
Our differences is pulling us behind...

So many times I'm forced to ask 'why?'
So many times my eyes feel teary...

What does it feel like
when your heart is broken...

From where he stood,
six feet above the ground...