Our grasp is slipping
But it's far too late.
The tide has come
And washed it away.
My hopes had come rushing ashore
And just as quickly
the ocean deplored.
Thoughts of you
Keep rummaging through-
My mind is weak
and the fall was hard,
yet there was no one there
with open arms.

The air is brisk, the leaves have fallen
I can't tell you how I've missed you darlin'.
The wounds have healed
But the cracks remain
But all in all, I've stayed the same.
You taught me well, the truth the lies
And have helped me through
My hidden demise.