Cruel Love

Gone to places I don't know,
My love left my side many years ago,
Claiming lies over love, ran away with the most cruel of goodbyes,
Left moonlight as a gift,
And every sunset as a kiss,
Have to dig a grave for that matter,
So I don't have to look back no more,
But emptiness fills my whole when there's nothing
to cling to,
There's nothing to cry on and the grave is gone well,
Have so, gone to loving the things love left behind,
A light in the middle of the night,
Troubles my sleep but leaves my smiling at his love.