Empty Church

Empty Church

Here I sit on a lonely park bench
children playing birds singing sky blue
wondering why we have nothing left

Dreaming I remember all our plans
Oh how we were going to take on the world
together always arm in arm hand in hand

Magic fills the air through out the day
My glowing heart full of love
tears in my eyes as the organ plays

I can smile for a minuet as I dream away
yet I wonder if tomorrow will begin
I try to remind myself it will be Okay

Today was to be the day my bride and I would be wed
reality finally sets in
I'm left sitting in self pity instead

But I can no longer pretend
as I watch across the field at the empty church
and ponder how this beautiful love could end

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