STORM

Our love was like an oceans tide, there were highs and there were lows,

But i cherished you, like an archer his bow and a farmer, his hoe,

But in the waves, we lost our flow and our love lost its soul,

Then began all the lies, lies led to cries, its my fault our love died,

And i know i can't take all the hurt away, or make you love me again,

But we can at least find peace in the memories of the times we sailed.