Through all the lonely nights

with all the changing places,

through all the solitary days

with all the passing faces.

It simply never occurred to me

that you finally would not come my way,

and know right then

that here close beside is where you would stay.

Through all the harsh sacrifices

with all the bold schemes,

through all the painful failings

with all the grand dreams.

It simply never occurred to me

that we finally would not be together,

and be as one

through the warm and cold of the whatever.

Whether you were fair or dark

was not my important thing,

as long as you were pleasant and sincere

and calmness bring.

Whether I were poor or famous

would not be your deciding thing,

as long as I were loving and sharing,

and comfort bring.

But this has not happened

and seemingly now it never will,

because this cannot happen

and the why is only a silent still.

Certainly I have prepared

certainly I have sought,

certainly I have matured

certainly I have fought.

Certainly you have whirled

certainly you have learned,

certainly you have waited

certainly you have yearned.

Through all the lonely nights

with all the changing places,

through all the solitary days

with all the passing faces.

Where is it written

that it isn't for us to know,

where is it carved

that it isn't for us to sow?

Why must it be

that we can never reap,

why must it be

that we can never keep?

It simply never occurred to me

that we would not even meet,

though surely you are wandering somewhere

sad on a frantic street.

Forever apart

isn't how it really should be,

when forever together

is how it really could be.

It simply never occurred to me

that you would not be here at the end,

and helplessly there is not anywhere

that for you I can send.

So a tender so long from afar, only this,

because I have always cherished you as fine,

so a sweet goodbye from afar, only this,

because I have always caressed you as mine.