It's So Strange To See An Old Love Die
I've found a man I want to share my life,
please set me free so I can be his wife;
when she said it I had nothing to say,
I looked at her and she was on her way.
Since she left the days had been so long,
there is so much sadness in every song;
her memory can’t ease away the pain
and no more will I ever see her again.
It is so strange to see an old love die,
teardrops fall at the closing of the door;
it is just so sad to find an empty floor,
it is so strange to see an old love die.
I gave my all but just the same I lost,
after the smoke cleared I paid the cost;
in the end when all is said and done,
she is not here we'd no longer be one.
Now she is gone I try hard to forget,
though it's all over there is no regret;
she soon shall be a page in history,
a sad refrain of a haunting melody.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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