Into the distance I stare,
At a once known love,
A forgotten truth,
Exposed again.

Love is blind,
And deaf and mute,
I couldn't see,
Her and him.

Her and him,
Him and her,
Neither good for me,
A lovely tradgedy.

For what was found,
Is now again lost,
Love in the sand,
Twas in the palm of my hand,
Tis now in the palm of his.

I don't have any music to go with it yet. It sounds kind of poemish, mention rhyming and i'll ass**** you with a pitchfork.