When I think of you, I cry.
Tears for the lost opportunities, never to return again.
Tears for the soul, lost in the desolate valley of the condemned.
When I think of you, I cry.
I listened to my heart and it lead to a weary place.
A valley that was isolated from you.
I think of the way we loved, cold, hot, volitile.
Deeper than the meaning I knew, you are the one that unleashed, the me, I am now.
Stronger for the experience, stiffer in my determination.
When I think of you, I cry.
For the man that I loved, is lost, and cannot find his way.
I want the light to shine for him, yet I cry for the man, still lost.