I've cried an ocean for you, my love

So many tears, my eyes are beyond sore,

They barely close, or move at all

Only stare straight ahead as the heaven slowly falls

Watching as the waves of sorrow hit the rocks

Sitting by the shore, the pouring never stops

Alone with the wind and the hurt from my past

I try to make your memory last

And as the lingering taste of your kiss disappears

I find the end is ever so near

Because what is the point of living without you

Without seeing your mountains, your valleys, your light and your shadows?

What is the point, if I find no value

In the sea I created, in the foam in which I've bathed, in the deep, and the shallow?