What does one do now
When what was perfection
Takes its final bow
And becomes destruction
Upon my own heart
For now I am alone
And in my work of art
My love becomes a moan
A moan of my despair
That echos in the night
Others try to spare
Me, of my plight
But it cannot work
For I am alone
Like a popping cork
My tears fall on bone
The bones of my hope
The cause of my despair
Now I am forced to mope
Because we are not a pair
Yet love may come again
But not upon this night
But now my tears begin
Continue through the night
Only in the future
Do I see hope of love
Only in the future
Can I rise above
Above my fears of what
Has become my only fear
Rejection, it does cut
And lies I cannot bear
Now I will hide away
For love has cut again
Until I find a way
To see the light again
