Crossroads
.
i traveled once upon the path
    before i was borne unto its end
Once upon a time ago
    i lost my dearest friend
.
One that i would love
    who came to know me through the days
Our time was stripped away
    we follow each our separate ways
.
He turns to walk away
    exile, to cast me far behind
Wistfully perhaps
    wondering if his love once was mine
.
The road stretches on
    unseen behind the veil of mist
The future paths unknown-
    how sorely you'll be missed
.
The way of the river
    whetting your taste, running you dry
As we drift apart
    i can't help but wonder why
.
-MoonSidhe © 1996