My heart is torn again because I don't listen...
The pain flows through my veins..
with each beat of my heart...
So often I want to cry... and inside I am...

I'm missing her again...
but it's not just because she's far away....
not just because I can't talk to her...
But I'm missing her
because I've felt like I've lost someone oh so dear to me...

She's not gone...
she hasn't left anywhere...
She just left me here...
And I can't help wanting her back...

Untitled...

It was the first time
I had ever seen her...
It was the first time
I had ever talked to her...
It was the first time
in all my years that I met someone...
so like myself...
It was the first time I truly felt something special...

It was the first time
I watched the stars with someone...
It was the first time
I saw the sunrise with someone...
It was the first time
I held someone so close...
for so long...
It was the first time
I knew I had something special...

It was the first time
I had ever prayed with a girl....
It was the first time
I ever prayed over the phone...
It was the first time
I was really comfortable praying...
It was the first time
I'd prayed with someone special...

It was the first time
I couldn't find words to speak....
It was the first time
"I miss you" wasn't enough....
It was the first time
I cried my eyes out on someone's shoulder...
It was the first time
I couldn't say goodbye....

So God, why is it that these first times...
are now?