He reaches his hand out to his side,
And finds it empty- Ah...
He grasped the sky and knew not why
His hands would stay so dry.
He loved him so. He'd never know.
He couldn't just let go.
It would not change,
His heart estranged-
His lover's soul had been arranged.
He saw it come-
His final breath-
In love's sweet arms
He died his death.
He closed his eye and knew not why
His love would walk right by.
He took his time. Love was his crime.
One with no truth or rhyme.
It would not change,
His heart estranged-
His lover's soul had been arranged.
He saw it come-
His final breath-
In love's sweet arms
He died his death.