Take me back to the days when your coughing fits...
When I thought it was bad that you’d forget to...
All those days you spent
Looking through that window...
Far from home
I sit on this foreign hill...
The man I love lies under the olive tree
The hero of my past is now of this world free...
Grief is a mind with no plan, a soul that can only...
The first drop of rain that falls in the spring...
When my mom died,
I was told that grief can be separated into two...
I will have to live without you someday;
I need to come to terms with that...
I do not wish
To rebuild the house...
Why do I bother?
These words will just fade...
The Call came through
At the worst time ever...
Whenever birds sing
I remember you...
When I woke up this morning
I didn't feel nothing...