• Here I sit on a bench on the side of the
    street, and I watch as you leave the salon.
    And I can’t stand the thought of him kissing
    your hand when you meet at the place where you’ve gone.

    But cruel Fate, it would seem, has you out on a
    date with a man who can’t love you like me.
    Yet I dare not despair, lest I wither
    and tear like the leaves of some dried-out old tree.

    I must keep up my spirits and try to stay
    strong, for I know that one day someone might
    come along and bring end to this horrible night.

    But until that day comes, I’ll just pick up the
    crumbs of my heart that you leave like a trail.
    And I’ll pray for a savior to help me prevail.