He loves without condition,
And he does all from his heart,
And it has led him to be passionate
About all that he does.
He sits in the wreckage
Of where this life has left him,
And he doesn't even understand
How he has gotten here.
He looks at the charred remains
Of a life... of a love...
That he once had, and realizes
It is nothing but ashes.
Grey remains of what once existed,
The perfect life, the perfect woman,
And now all the remains is ashes.
Can tomorrow bring the sunshine?
He knows not where to go from here,
For she was his angel,
She was the one that allowed him to live,
Because before there was her,
There was darkness.
Now that she is gone, there is only ashes.
Robert J Nye (2008)
