Purity once had a name,
And beauty once had a face
Life once had a meaning,
And once I was safe.
Once there was freedom,
And once I could laugh.
Happiness was once alive,
And once I had another half.
Once I shared her love,
Once I was by her side,
Once I felt I fitted,
So quickly that died.
Her grace was great,
Her beauty so vast,
All I ever wanted,
Was for it to last.
Fate maybe had another plan,
Or maybe she had another love,
But it all fell apart,
The hand to big for the glove.
Now it's all died away,
Happiness, joy, love
all memories.
Now I walk alone in this dark, dark world
With no light to guide my way.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Slyphian, in the year 132 MA.