There can be no words To describe that day It's as if the sun left the sky And carried my dreams away And so without a reason or a rhyme A rose was plucked untimely from the vine Nevermore I'll see her smiling face Or hold her in these empty arms of mine There can be no words To relieve the pain We have had our day in the sun Now only the clouds remain The traveling show will play another town But leaves behind a broken-hearted clown Then from somewhere in the audience The order comes to bring the curtain down If all the world's a stage All our lives are plays And sometimes we fumble our lines And stumble along the way The comedy will play and then it's gone For everyday's a show that must go on But if God is in His heaven Can He hear me when I pray? I begged of Him and pleaded Not to let it end this way But from somewhere in the audience He turned his back and looked the other way Though I begged of Him and pleaded not to take her light away If God is in His heaven, He must hear me when I pray But from somewhere in the audience A cold wind blew And took my love away . . .