A world of sorrows and broken dreams, scattered upon a west bound wind,
floating upon a moonlit breeze upon an ocean to never be seen again,
How can I say I ever knew what I was doing during the fight,
Laying down with her and my eyes gleaming in the darkened night,
I couldnt have saved my love for her after this,
She stabbed me in the back and now I have lost another again,
I sometimes wonder when the tide is in and the moon is high above,
Whether we could have ever made it, or even been close to love,
But for now I will go on breathing, tortured and abused by the darkness,
Living in a world of painful sorrows, and dreams upon a west bound wind,
Drifting away into the far off darkness of life and never seen again.
