The darkness of the night
Covers the blue of the day
When love becomes
A tragic play

The flower that lives today
Is gone tomorrow
Happiness returns to sorrow
Love is permanent
Or only borrowed

The sweetness of the music
Has now been stilled
The song of love once so vibrant
Has died
Bringing with it a deep reminder of
Life’s reality
That
For every “A” side
There is a “B” side