When we were young I thought life seemed so sweet.
That, surely, we would be forever young.
Waiting for the next big life adventure,
Top down - sun on our face - tasting the wind.
And then we knew that someday far way
The music on the carousel would die
And we each prayed that we would be the first
The one to leave the other one behind
We never could imagine being half
To wander along life’s road forsaken
To rise alone, staggering through the day
I told her she should find another mate.
Society shuns women left alone.
And she needs someone in her life that cares.
Not a fool, she makes her own decisions,
Yet, needs someone with whom to share her dreams.
And now it seems that I may be the first
The first to drop into that dark abyss
The black hole of the soul that we all face
That swallows all of light and sound and life.
And what if she should find another soul mate?
And choose to spend eternity with him?
I could not bear the thought of life without her,
And, cannot face the thought of death alone.
Yet, nothing of the other side is known
We could be dancing nude on streets of gold.
It could be death is but a void, and yet
Imagine a ménage à trois of souls.