That Long, Lonesome Road

Been down that road before, my friend,
it’s just a dead-end street.
As heartache lurks around each bend;
the taste—so bittersweet.
 
 
Tristful tears douse lovelorn fears;
too soon, the fire dies.
As all your tears throughout the years
were simply based on lies.
 
 
A stranger’s face cannot replace
my memories of you.
Your image, I will not erase—
it helps to see me through.
 
 
I see you in my dreams at night,
I feel you in my soul.
Without you nothing feels quite right;
without you, I’m not whole.