And for a season I wept
Each tear a lost kiss
The scent of gardenias
An embrace I couldn't hold

I wept for what could have been
A dynasty of love

I longed for what should have been
The ideal of love

I reached for your hand
A symbol of togetherness
I held a dream of us
But I've awakened a terrible loneliness

Even that I have overcome

New is the year
Old are the tears
New will be my resolve
Joy will no longer elude me

My voice now travels
I've whispered my heart to the wind
No longer in silence
Will I cry alone

I will profess
I love you all

P.Frias