Left Counting the Stars

Now is the time for tears, no more loud hurrahs

You are gone; my bed is now empty and silent.

With the death of love, I'm left counting the stars.

When our love was new we had no scars

With time and self doubt you missed what I meant.

Now is the time for tears, no more loud hurrahs

Now you have turned your back and put up bars

And all that remains now of you is your scent.

With the death of love, I'm left counting the stars.

There is no prize, no cheers and no fat cigar

Just a terrible feeling of my life being spent.

Now is the time for tears, no more loud hurrahs

Now I see a zero of all I thought was ours

What can I do, can I hope or must I lament?

With the death of love, I'm left counting the stars.

The radio is playing the music of sad guitars

My road to Hell was paved with good intent.

Now is the time for tears, no more loud hurrahs

With the death of love, I'm left counting the stars.

(C)2009, Ryter Roethical