Just what is the price of love?
What if that cost means crossing the line?
What would it take for the removal of the glove?
Barred from being together, unable to entwine
Created on separate continents, in differing lands
Now treated like criminals, forcibly kept apart
Continually amongst the dark, searching for your hands
I’ll do all I can for to be with you my sweetheart
Our crime is one of passion, not of greed
Born apart, many years it took for me to find
As soon as I saw you, I knew my need
For here I was seeing, no longer blind
From separate nations, yet we can endure
This current separation forced upon us
Forced apart in this way, cruel, not a cure
Close to tears as I left on that bus
Tears come, tears go
Alone I am now a mess
Once again tears do flow
Without you I am in such distress!