The mighty oak I see outside
It's roots are deep and long
It will live a hundred years
And bend when winds are strong

I sometimes feel I can't go on
Losing you is hurting me
I sometimes wish late at night
I had the strength of that old tree

The days my friends they stand by me
They tend to help me through
But then at night when darkness falls
Again I'm missing you

I try to fight but strength won't come
Soon I fall apart
Then the tears fall like rain
So alone is a lonesome heart

I sometimes wish I had the strength
To pick up and move along
But memories that I have with you
Stretches the nights so long

I sometimes wish I had the strength
So I would not fall apart
Missing you is against my will
So alone is a lonesome heart.

I held it as a handful of sand, clenching my fist
to hold it there.
Yet, bit by bit, it slipped through my straining fingers.

Now, nothing but memories of every smile, every kiss,
and, above all, every word.
For 'twas not into my ear you whispered but into
my heart.
'Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

And when I opened my tired hand and found my
love was gone

My handful of existence has vanished.
My love is lost..

I asked my love to halt on her hurried path;

In transit from the shower to her room; ’

To pause there naked in the

Hallway’s shadowed gloom

And drop the modest towel of her bath.