With the power of a thousand suns I burned,
(oh how I yearned for you)
I wept tears to oceans, and sobs to tsunami,
(oh how I burned for you)
I dreamed more hours then there was day,
(oh how I drowned for you)
Now I whisper in a sad hoary voice,
of how it should have been,
of how it could have been,
of how it would have been,
of how I knew it was.
And I sit alone watching the lovers go by,
a smile in their eyes, a laugh in their smiles,
I turn, watch the trees shift in the firm grip of the breeze,
it cools the tears in my eyes, hides me from the lovers.
And I know that the stars still shine, but I never go out to see them,
and I know that the sun still burns, but all my light is gone,
I know that life goes on, and babies grow forward all around me,
but time has grown timeless about me, frozen and stale,
listen to the wind.
Watch the water in the brook, it laughs as it moves on,
it never stays to hold a lover, never dreams of a single mate,
never seeks a union, for how do you join the joined?
Never pauses to consider the consequences of any of it's acts,
and yet we watch, those of us with more care.
I screamed for you with course and hopeless voice,
(oh how I shuddered for you)
I danced for you in sweeping fierce rhythms
(oh how I reached for you)
With the power of a thousand suns I burned,
(oh how I still yearn for you)
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