Walking along this country side
The warm wind through my hair
I've come from far and wide
To end this love affair.
I take you for a stroll
Through these evergreen fields
I pour out, my heart and soul
Only wanting to be healed.
Your hand in mine, a tear drops down
As I resign the lovers crown.
What comes from the heart goes to the heart.
[This message has been edited by Dark Angel (edited 09-13-99).]