I need to stop making up songs on the way home from work… I keep forgetting the melodies. 😛

I’m not the type to wither away,
Alone on the banks of the Rhine.
I’m not the type to fritter my days,
In sorrow and longing and wine.

When you went away,
I prayed every day,
To keep you safe from the strife.
But it wasn’t to be,
You were taken from me,
And I must get on with my life.

So I’m not withering,
Nor am I frittering,
Here on the banks of the Rhine.
And yet every day,
My mind leads the way,
Fond memories of when you were mine.