Flow my tears, my love is gone
He was taken to war, and fought
His life stolen, lost to makers of war
And his body is now broken
His spirit fled, his flesh bled
My future will now be forsaken
He was my first and only love
He is the maker of my song
After I had accepted his ring
I dreamt my future was rich
My tears will never end
But I wish
That I could wake up
From this bad dream
Nothing exists
Not miracles
Nor any wishes
At least not for me
Life can be cruel
I know he'll wait
In Heaven's gate
Upon the bridge
From the world of the living
To that of the dead
