What once was a glory,
now is nothing but a ghost of a memory;
Where tears of joy used to shed,
now wails of sorrow are bred;
Time has performed its theft,
now I am left only with bereft.
What once was a glory,
now is nothing but a ghost of a memory;
Where tears of joy used to shed,
now wails of sorrow are bred;
Time has performed its theft,
now I am left only with bereft.
