Tears fall helplessly to the ground.
There's no stopping the river
Which has begun to flow.
The salty streaks soak her cheeks
Leaving wet trails of memories.
His name was a gentle whisper,
As soft as a cool breeze.
It was so comforting and so loving...
But soon the gentle breeze
Stopped blowing,
Or perhaps it just moved on.
I called for him, but to no avail -
He was no longer at my side...
I stand here alone,
My heart battered and bruised.
Tears fall helplessly to the ground.
There's no stopping the river
Which has begun to flow.
All I want is him.
He's my everything...
