There are moments in our lives,
Occasions for separation.
Wounds as deep as done with knives,
Hearts of desperation.
Flower needs the falling rain,
For its roots to fully grow;
I need be without a pain,
Therefore I must go.
Remember how our feelings were,
Remember, now it's all gone.
We had both our love to share,
Hopes to carry on.
There are moments in our lives,
Occasions for separation.
Wounds as deep as done with knives,
Hearts of desperation.
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