Arid Is the Heart That Cried

Where is yesterday when tomorrow may not come?

Where is a memory when the thought is null and void?

Where were you when I waited here till I could wait no more?

 

I knew I felt something differant in the distance. I just didn't know what it was.

I knew there was something lingering there in the back of my heart.

I waited to find it and still it remained hidden from view.

 

Really though it was a pleasure, no matter how short the ride.

And when the tears come, I will let them flow, till arid is the heart that cried.

I knew it wouldn't last, but then I guess I asked for it too.

 

I really did enjoy those late night conversations, the talks I had with you.

I really did pour out all of me and I thought you poured out all of you.

I really will never forget you and who knows, perhaps this is not the end.