The years that should have been,
Nay the years that passed by,
The river of time met it’s stone,
And let our quiet Eden die.

Desired walking our cherished path,
Where laughter and joy filled the air,
Yet treading alone on a broken way,
Where loneliness grew unaware.

From trading our deepest secrets,
To the faintest hope of a glimpse,
A shadow swiftly faded away,
Like prayers fading in hymns.

Tricked by the lie of destiny,
Yet I went, unready for the turn,
The years withered away,
Lost moments are all I yearn.