The cherries bloom, the petals drift away.
Standing here, with nothing more to say.
I reach for your hand, I call your name,
But it's all gone, leaving only the shame.
When did it die, when did you start to cry?
Where did you go? Why can't I follow?
When it all fades to black, I can't go back.
The cold breeze blows, the pained tears fall.
Webs obscure you now, but I heed your call.
My mind is broken; it's just not the same.
It's now or never; I must take the blame.
What did you say? Why do the swallows pray?
What is life, when it is so filled with strife?
Where the red fern grows, there I will know.
Toys in my pockets the only reminders of you,
I must carry on, and know one thing is true:
The time you gave, the joy that you shared.
Dear friend, without you I never cared.
Why am I not whole? Why have I lost control?
When I make the bargain, will we meet again?