if it isnt....

If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life,

then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight.

Let me not forget for a moment,

let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams,

and in my wakefull hours.
For days I wait and nights i cried,

I know not where thee dwells,

I know not who thy love is.

All I know for now and forever,

is that my love once is now lost.
I do not cry for thee my love,

I do not cry for thee my lord.

I sit beneath the shadow of destiny,

waiting for the mist of tears to dry.

coz thats when my soul be free to fly.