I held him in my arms and cried,
Today, a part of me died,
Love; it breaks my heart.
We had the best of us,
For each other,
I held him in my arms and cried.
"There are unsmiling faces in fetters and chains on a wheel in perpetual motion. Who belong to all races and answer all names with no show of an outward emotion. And they think it will make their lives easier, but the doorway before them is barred. And the game never ends when your whole world depends on the turn of a friendly card." Alan Parsons