While i sit at the cemetery by your grave and wonder if i will ever see your face again hopefully one day in heaven we will be together again. for each tear that rolls down my face theres a memory, a memory of you. for each time i think about a memory theres a tear. one, two, five, ten hundred tears there all memories. and as the tears roll down my face for each memories start to fade i start to forget all my thoughts memories all the smells the way it felt when you touched me. the taste of your kiss. for each tear theres a memory as for each memory they start to fade as each tear rolls down my face.
