A Part Of Me Died With You

I still remember heartache like
I'd never felt before,
With every hour that passes by
I miss you more and more,
It feels like only yesterday
I watched the stars so bright,
And a part of me died with you
On that cold and lonely night.

Now things can never be the same
A void so deep and wide,
An empty space that can't be filled
The loss I bear inside,
Still haunts me like the bitter wind
That chills me with its spite,
And a part of me died with you
On that cold and lonely night.

How cruel to me the hand of fate
That took my love away,
And left me here to weep alone
Where age and years decay,
Your image shall not weary though
A swan cut down in flight,
And a part of me died with you
On that cold and lonely night.

by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

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