I sit here staring out my window.
The first rays of daylight are peeking through...

The silence is settling in.
I try to take one last breath...

In her mind,
and in her soul...

That's ok.
You don't have to pretend no more...

The years on end beings have died
On every graze has one laid a bleak bouquet...

The story of my life.
Is easy to understand...

When was your last real smile?
I get asked that everyday...

Where is she?
What's become of her...

What's going to become of me?
I don't want to go just yet; I don't want too...

Your eyes.
Your smile...