I loved you like a summer sky, wide open, never asking why. But in the dawn, a shadow falls, a quiet ache within these walls.
We were a flame that burned so bright, but now I’m standing in the night. Love and sorrow, hand in hand—like waves upon a broken sand.
I’ll hold you in a memory, where love was wild and free. And though I ache, I’ll still believe—sometimes love is letting go, but never deceiving.