She belongs to the words in the songs,
I try to be strong for her and not wrong to her...

I walked alone,
High above the cities and towns...

Locks of raven have tumbled far,
Down slender and pale grafts...

I never thought it would come this far,
That Id be saying good-bye, to someone I love...

We have cried, laughed and danced together,
We made promises that we broke...

I know these words are simple
And that they do not all rhyme...

I love the strong
because to be weak is futile...

With a face that glows,
A voice that sings...

She called for him with her serene voice...
But he refused to believe that this beautiful love...

Pain this time strikes equally deep.
And my heart is too tired to continue...

I remember when I first saw your face,
The smile of an angel and the eyes of a saint...

Stroke her hair and stare into the fire while she...
Kiss her in the rain while holding hands tenderly...