into a weak end
and we never
saw each other
again
frozen
in a moment in time
thinking of
what could have been
folding hands
but not in prayer
folding hands
in pain
I offered you
a voluntary stay
in heaven
you declined
and ran away
I guess the rest is history
too bad it`s not written
by you and I
we both knew
that the only victim here
is love
breaking me down
at the thought
of another dawn
alone
laying down at rest
on our feathers nd down
instead of wearing my crown
ending up as a clown
an abdicated king
with a queen
nowhere to be seen
I offered you
a voluntary stay
in heaven
you declined
and ran away
I guess the rest is history
too bad it`s not written
by you and I
I guess
that`ll always remain
a secret
between heaven
and I
