Left out in a world without trees or angels
Left out in a world without glimmer of hope
Where's the grace you've so much bestowed
I now look down upon what I believed to be mine
Ceasing to exist in a world that only existed to confide you and I
I can't stop yearning for thee
As the world goes on things tend to heal
But not the scars in my heart I bear.
No matter how much I try.. I just.. can't move on