When gone is the love that ought to be
then enters anguish and agony
together side by side-hand in hand:
the burden then seems too great to stand.

When I wills are changed into I wonts
and I dos are exchanged for I don'ts
it only takes one little affair
to lower you down into despair.

When you hear words that cut like a knife:
spoken in those times of utmost strife
and seen in your eyes falling like rain
the end result of inflicted pain:

When for want of trust the soul does bleed;
one or both reach out in aching need
so that wedding vows aside are tossed:
shattered lives become the awful cost.

When the bough breaks and marriages fall
remember the heart hurts worst of all.