When is a dream not a dream

When is a life not a life

For how can I face the future without her

She was the air that I breathe

A perfect truth I could believe

Now every hope of a bright tomorrow is gone forevermore

A broken wave upon the shore

And I'm aware of the darkness around me...

And if I can't see her face

There is no time, there is no space

For how will I find the reason to carry on...

There can be no words

To describe that day

It's as if the sun left the sky

And carried my dreams away

And so without a reason or a rhyme

A rose was plucked untimely from the vine

Nevermore I'll see her smiling face

Or hold her in these empty arms of mine

There can be no words

To relieve the pain

We have had our day in the sun

Now only the clouds remain

The traveling show will play another town

But leaves behind a broken-hearted clown

Then from somewhere in the audience

The order comes to bring the curtain down

If all the world's a stage

All our lives are plays

And sometimes we fumble our lines

And stumble along the way

The comedy will play and then it's gone

For everyday's a show that must go on

But if God is in His heaven

Can He hear me when I pray?

I begged of Him and pleaded

Not to let it end this way

But from somewhere in the audience

He turned his back and looked the other way

Though I begged Him and I pleaded not to take her light away

If God is in His heaven, He must hear me when I pray

But from somewhere in the audience

A cold wind blew

And took my love away ...