In youth I fancied I eyed fate,
Traced pictures of my life in dreams
And growing old I find too late
The truth is hidden. So it seems,
The path to light I do not know
My past on future casts a shadow.
It’s true that deep within my heart
A passion burns for you alone
It’s sad we are so far apart
Your voice, an echo on the phone
Cannot replace the touch of you,
Can not replace the smell of you.
If this destiny calls you back
Into my life what a rare gift.
A second chance to make love work
A new? Or does cruel sentiment
Only brush cobwebs from old dreams
To scorch their ending in sun beams?