How did we get to, it was not meant to be?
Winds taken out of our sails,
Like driftwood on the open sea.
Against all odds, we together, hold on tight.
Chaos and confusion, lets set the course right.
Gone, not by my side, feels like
I'm swimming against the tide.
Holding back the truth, never really lied.
Broken compass, path disturbed,
Found direction back to message heard.
Love so deep hard to find.
How did we get to, it was not meant to be?
No day passes to get it back.
Find love so pure, tainted not lost.
Can it hold true and at what cost?