How do you tell your heart,
a part of it has died,
how do you tell your eyes.
prepare for many cries,
how do you tell your soul,
it’s mate has gone away,
and will never again be seen,
why does it have to be this way?
I just don’t know,
I wish I did,
or I wish I didn’t have too.
I think she would be in my arms
right now,
if I only knew the hows.
