The lake is dark and placid,
Water laps upon the shore.
The joy that once sustained us here
Is gone - there is no more.
We laughed and played; we sang and danced,
We waltzed beneath the moon.
And we never guessed, on those summer nights,
That our love would end too soon.
Then you left our special place
And my heart you did forsake.
All I've left is the mournful sound
Of the wind upon the lake.
I walk into the water now
The end at last is clear.
If you won't hold me in your arms,
Then the lake will hold me dear.
İNightUnfolding 2004