There′s A Sense Of Longing In Me
As I Read Rosemary's Letter
Her Writing′s HonestCan't Forget The Years She's Lost

In Isolation
She Talks About Her Love
And As I Read
"I′ll Die Alone"
I Know She Was Aching

There′s A Certain Detail Seen Here
The Pen Must Have Slipped To The Side
And Left A Stain
Next To His Name
She Knows He's Gone

And Isolation
Is All That Would Remain
"The Wound In Me Is Pouring Out
To Rest On A Lover′s Shore"