Without you here, the world spins on,
The winter still returns to spring;
And I still hear the birds at dawn,
The sun still rises while they sing.
The sky is blue, just like before;
The river's run still meets the sea,
And waves still crash upon the shore,
Much like the grief you left in me.
The seasons and the winds still shift;
The flowers bloom, and children grow.
But like a fog that will not lift,
I still can't seem to let you go.
The same old moon still shines at night,
But when you went, it changed my view.
I watch it glow, so far from light,
It feels the sun, as I feel you.
The mountains, hills and I still stand;
I walk, but stay on shadowed streets
To mask the mark of time's sharp hand;
My heart’s still broken, but it beats.
The years unfold since you have passed,
But whispered memories bear your name.
I'll live my days, right to my last,
And still, I'll love you just the same.
|
