If little by little you stop loving me I will quietly sit by myself And remind myself of the sore truth; That love may come beautiful Like the morning sun, And it may vanish into endless pillars Of darkness. I may cry like one does when a loved one is gone, But it won't be a prayer to bring You back. It will be an acknowledgement, that something gentle was once in my arms and made me smile. So go on my love, follow your heart wherever it leads you. I will be here, talking to the stars at night like the world is not crazy at all.