Is this the last time you’d tread this road
to say goodbyes you’d never thought you would.
As fast as moments, that flit by you tread
with spectral images that capture happiness
you look by, but one last time, is this the last time?
Is this the last time you’d look at the sun
far in the sky, the crimson one
which you have not but reached, when you turned away
only to look back and come again.
Once again, is this the last time you turned back again?
Is this the last time you'd say you love
but to yourself and not your love
who waits for you somewhere you know
in the corner of your heart, the lonely one
the lonely love divine, is this the last time?
Is this the last time you’d say goodbye
to never return again, and move with much pry
with hands that wave to a soul that departs.
Is this your soul, the hands that wave
that treads the road with a lonely heart.
Is this your heart, your lonely heart
that wants to love yet one more time
to live those moments yet one more time
Is this your heart that fell in love
but one more time, is this the last time?
