Cover up the sadness. A tribute to a certain female.

"Cover up the sadness" - a tribute to Tracy Bond.
(From the gentleman by her side.)
As conducted by Scaramouche, the po(t)et.

And everytime I see your face through that window pane.
I go crazy on the inside, trying not to remember who's to blame.
And everytime I see you in that dress before my tight-closed eyes.
I know that whoever is to blame can't be the man who never cries.

And whatever paths you walk without me, I shan't ever know.
But I hope you know that if I could I too would choose to go.
They said they never had no faith in how happy we'd come to be.
Oh, if only they'd seen beyond the beauty, seen all that I could see

Such smiles amongst the trees, you were a picture perfect case.
Beyond all that a soul; an uncut diamond with an angel's face.
And every night, that certain ache, I know I'll dream thereof.
I never have to tell them better, it takes no more than love.

And every morning, every hour, as I keep walking on alone.
For no place in no-one's yearning heart want I no more to own.
I realised so long ago, what others seek to claim I am.
A fortune hunter, often scoring, yet such a lonely man.

For a fellow can behold the whole of universe and time.
But it will not ever matter, if he pace restless down the line.
I'll forever keep my distance, though my lips can hold a grin.
I play the games, but say for sure; the best price I can't win.

And everytime I turn my back, I fear what I may spot.
I fear to hold a hand again, for lose it I could not.
With you, my world was never harsh and my ways were not too rough.
We had all the time in the world, and more, but it just was not enough.