There′s a sense of longing in me
As I read Rosemary's letter
Her writing′s honestCan't forget the years she's lost
In isolation
She talks about her love
And as I read
"I′ll die alone"
I know she was aching
There′s a certain detail seen here
The pen must have slipped to the side
And left a stain
Next to his name
She knows he's gone
And isolation
Is all that would remain
"The wound in me is pouring out
To rest on a lover′s shore"
