Careless whispers, foot prints in the sand,you and I walking hand and hand.Visions of happiness as clouds float by, a old couple walking hand in hand, and I have to sigh. Here I stand all alone, the sleepless nights, waiting for him to phone. But all I hear is silence in its place, making me wonder is this my fate. To be alone without a guy to frow old with and stand by my side..
When does the emptiness heal?
