We were young, seventeen and eighteen,
Time had no beginning or end
We loved passionately, and wildly
Walk tall, hand in hand
Not a care in the world.
It is easy to lose your way
When did the complications set in?
When did we stop fighting back-to-back?
And turn the blades upon us.
Rivers of love and despair
Flowed in and out of the seasons
Then an opportunity in time
Unveils our eyes,
And we saw, we reminisced, we envisaged.
The warmth of friendship, enwrapped us
Let us stand back-to-back you say
We will again fight the foes together,
But I hear the quiver in your voice
And we cry together, yet miles apart.
Time has robbed of us, and the ones who love you.
And my heart is heavy, as I silently wait for your soft voice,
My love, that I will never hear again
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