------Lost Love's Lament------

NOW THE DAY IS OVER,

AND THE HEAVENS BEGIN TO CRY.

SADLY, MY WEARY HEART

MUST SEEK A PLACE TO HIDE.

THE SUN IS GONE COMPLETELY

AS THE SILENT WORLD TURNS COLD.

THERE WILL BE NO PRETTY RAINBOWS

AND NO POT OF GOLD.

THE BEAUTY OF WONDROUS THINGS

BEHELD WITH SUCH DELIGHT.

ARE CHANGED TO SHAPELESS FORMS

BY THE DARK OF NIGHT.

SOMEHOW THERE IS NO CANDLE

IT WAS LOST ALONG THE WAY.

AND NOW, ETERNITY MUST PASS

BEFORE THE BREAK OF DAY......