Sunlight on your shoulder,
 Warm winds through your hair,
 Welcoming arms to hold you,
 All taken away, lost.

 A phrase, a term, just shattered it all.
 Clouds cover the sun,
 The winds blow cold as ice,
 And the arms close against you.

 Lost in the night
 No stars to guide you
 No place to run
 Noone to aid you.

 From love now comes fear
 From friendship now comes hate.
 Who would have thought,
 The pain that phrase would make.

 Jason