The Sign

The death of a beautiful woman and the effects on her soulmate

I pray to you on bended knee

To give me some sort of sign

Should I remain and fight so hard

Or turn and leave it behind

The truth evades me once again

Leaving doubt cast in my mind

As you took her and left me here

Looking for some sort of sign

You took my love, my precious love

And treated her so unkind

Her beauty faded in the dirt

And worms feasted on her mind

Why would you want to claim her so

And just leave me here behind

I can't find purpose or reason

Or any sort of a sign

Now I'm alone just like her soul

Thinking about the auld lang syne

Fighting against the will of one

We will remain intertwined

We shall never fall to resolve

For we will surely one day find

Each other in that ghostly plain

Far beyond that elusive sign