what is this my sweet lover?
have you but cried a tear from me.
A single tear from A soldier
who can not be stirred by death
nor the hellish torment of the desert sun
but find it in his heart to shed a tear
for someone such as I.
Now, Hand and Hand I walk beside him
in a perfect morn
when even the heavens do cry.
Where one kiss just isn't enough
nor the last goodbye.
"I love you" is spoken so many times
its like an echo....
Those around do stare,
with sadden looks and hush voices
as if all has stopped for this,
our last goodbye.
And so it is that I shall say “Goodbye”
till the leaves have all but fallen,
the winter snow has drifted,
and spring has return.
There I will be a ghost frozen
amongst that moment waiting....
for your kiss to befall upon me.
have you but cried a tear from me.
A single tear from A soldier
who can not be stirred by death
nor the hellish torment of the desert sun
but find it in his heart to shed a tear
for someone such as I.
Now, Hand and Hand I walk beside him
in a perfect morn
when even the heavens do cry.
Where one kiss just isn't enough
nor the last goodbye.
"I love you" is spoken so many times
its like an echo....
Those around do stare,
with sadden looks and hush voices
as if all has stopped for this,
our last goodbye.
And so it is that I shall say “Goodbye”
till the leaves have all but fallen,
the winter snow has drifted,
and spring has return.
There I will be a ghost frozen
amongst that moment waiting....
for your kiss to befall upon me.
