Gone (In Memory of Jacqueline Mesquite)
Gone
Are the joyful days
Of sweet smelling pie
And moon and mist
Gone
Are the joyful days
Like when the pain dies
And the mist dries
I like a lonely girl keep on searching
Gone are the joyful days
When the seasons change
I still remain the same
I turned to look for you
You were gone
Ah yeah
You, you were gone