What I need to live has been given to me by the earth.
Why I need to live has been given to me by you.
My love is lost.
I held it as a handful of sand,
clenching my fist to hold it there.
Yet, bit by bit, it slipped through my straining fingers.
Now, nothing but memories of every smile,
every kiss, and, above all, every word.
For it was not into my ear you whispered,
but into my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed,
but my soul.
And when I opened my tired hand and found my love was gone
I trembled and died.
I struggle to hide my deadness.
To conceal the emptiness in my eyes,
that sparkle with tears always so close but never come.
My mind quivers and screams, fight, fight to live.
But why?
My handful of existence has vanished.
My love is lost.
My love is lost.
-- Judy Garland
