When Love Turns Cold.
Another one bites the dust,
As the game of love’s played out,
And It seems that she don’t love him anymore.
And tears run down young faces,
And young minds fill with doubts,
As a father turns and walks on through that door.
So little minds confused
And little hearts all bruised,
They peer into the awful damage done.
As old children play old games,
And both each other blame,
They later find that nothing’s ever won.
But love’s grown cold it’s over now,
He’s gone, it’s done, someone has failed,
And the children they must ride it all somehow.
The house feels empty now,
All grey and cold somehow,
And little hearts they fill with too much sorrow.
And a young man walks the street,
All tired and feeling beat,
His sadness reaching out to all tomorrows.