["And ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth]
[until the hour of separation" - Kahlil Gibran]

Maybe someday someone will love me
for what I am (instead of what I should be)
Until that day I'll just sit here weeping,
chasing dreams is like shadow leaping

The face behind the mirror - an unrecognised reflection,
his eyes look old and tired - filled with bitter recollection
The cross that he has carried was a burden I have made,
It's a baptism of tears - they are the seas in which I bathe

'Cause there's a fire in my heart - but I can't breathe for the smoke,
seems that I'm living proof my life's a practical joke
There's a wind in my sails (but I have lost all my direction),
with no stars to guide me now you're not here beside me anymore

Somehow, somewhere you will discover
a love so sweet that it tasted like no other,
and on that day may you both drink deep
from that grail we found - but then failed to keep

It's a season I've learned well - some things just cannot be,
the key that will unlock your soul is someone else (not me)
If you should remember - hope you smile and wish me well,
as I walk my path to heaven through ten thousand miles of hell

I stand alone against the cold grey sky,
it was blue that day (but not as blue as I)
I left my hearts high on that Roman hill,
I'll wait a thousand years but it will be there still

Holding hands in silence as the day came to an end,
we climbed up there as lovers - then we walked back down just friends
I've know my share of heartaches, never thought of them as bad -
but had never quite imagined I could ever feel this sad