Loyalty is just a word I see, Pain it brings like a darkened day; Shadows strip the leaves and tree, No path left smooth to the bay. Wish we could go back again, To the young bud born of joy; Time heals all, every pain, Yet mine stays trapped in a toy. Can’t let go of her, can’t hold too, Clouds hover, holding the rain; She was my joy, my bliss of blue, Now alone, drenched in this lane. Hope to walk alone this way, Facing her lingering face; Hardly can I reach the bay, Consumed by her beauty’s grace.