As I sit here alone, you pass me by; and all the things that you've said and done, they seep back into my mind. As I sit here with you and up look to the sky, I see eternity in your eyes and your whispers in my heart. What happens to the days we've lost? Are they just beyond the sun's dying light or are they gone forever? Sometimes it's so hard to breathe in this life; this is when I turn to you, to your voice in the wind, to your voice in the beats of my heart. What happens to the days we've lost? Are they just beyond the sun's dying light or are they gone forever?
RIP. We love you.
