(A reflective voice whispers)

In the Dawn of a new feeling of Life,
Maybe even at high school

Did you embrace one of its golden rules

To hold hands with someone you deemed so special

Encouraged by first love's, sweet kiss

For it to then carry you through, to meet the super cool, Twilight of your Life

With the only true one, whose love has never cooled:

And if you're still incredibly lucky, brings you such bliss

Or did the Shadows of Life appear

Smiling like a Nazgûl
Like a dark thief at night

To take back God's divine gift, and leave you scrambling and grieving

Daydreaming of the Dawn and Twilight of your Life

Before something cruel, caused you, to separate and drift

When everything seemed so perfect and nice

Before the deep cut, of The Shadows of Life's

Sharp, ceremonial knife

(C) Copyright John Duffy