So many years
Since youíve been here.
Then you reappear like a ghost.
You came and went back then.
Now youíre gone again,
And I can scarcely sense what Iíve lost.
Because it hurts to know
Once more Iíve watched you go.
How could we simply throw that away?
Iím left alone to grope
For a few fragments of hope.
I push that rock up that slope day after day.
Every time I gain some ground,
I just climb one step up and two steps down.
This life is not designed
With our happiness in mind.
The game is not the kind we can win.
We find what love we can
And never understand
Weíre no more free than a moth on a pin.
And it hurts to say
This is the only way.
Our love must always stay in the past.
What we had, what once was,
Can be no longer because
I know that rock always does fall back at last.