I offered you my hand and you walked away,
not saying a word nor looking my way.
You came into my life a long time ago,
played with my heart and stole my soul.

The age of time's taking you away for me,
leaving me vulnerable, alone, and with a plea.
Days turned to months, months to years,
many times my mind's empty from all the tears.

Our tender and passionate moments ceased in time,
leaving a hunger in my heart and fervor on my mind.
I waited for a brush of your flesh against my chest,
hoping it would arouse your obsession at its best.

How could such a love as ours grow so cold?
We swore to keep it fresh, alive, and never to grow old.
I long to see the smile I saw the day we wed,
what went wrong, "Was it something I said?"

My love remains solid as the day we took our vows,
I don't know what's happened to cause you to carouse.
Has the age of time stole you away from me,
playing with your mind and making you want to be free.

Go, sow your wild oats, live the life as you are being coaxed,
it won't be the same if you decide its been a practical joke.
Once you've gone, the age of time will wipe away my emotions,
leaving me bitter, intolerant, heartless, and no devotion.

Go, sow your wild oats, but you won't be coming back,
this heart of mine has suffered too many mars and cracks.
My door will be shut and I'll forever be gone,
there will not be "no" more place here to call home.

Enjoy the new life you have wanted for several years,
if you want to come back, you'll be the one shedding tears.
I'll shake the dust from beneath my feet as I walk away,
make a living for myself in a new place on a different day.