Such Is Life.

Our hearts no longer beat as one.

Our love has decided to go on the run.

It took a while for our love to sour.

No more it blooms like a red rose flower.

You have left and I have gone.

To souls apart no more as one

Such is life these things occur.

Lifes not always happy and fair.

Our hearts no longer beat together.

No longer are we like birds of a feather.