the yards we once played in
the homes by the sea
the tree by the sea
our own special tree
once watered with love
our hearts
in agreement
the clarity of love
we shared
beneath the sorrow tree
I sit silently buried, deep as the roots
of the sorrow tree
the years make no difference
to the many hearts shattered
drowned beneath the sea
of the love
they still have for you
if the roots of your pain
were as deep as the roots
of our tree by the shore
that you had to end the hurt
why didn't you turn to me?
for now we see that
you have died your death
we have ours yet to live
unending unhappiness
permeates the room
as I sit by the phone in silence
I see us
in my mind, hand in hand
I see us
as we stroll down the beach
I see us
we walk, we talk, we plan.
Now when I walk
I don't see us
alone, when I walk
I don't see us
now all I see is sand
just sand.