It's already hard for me to remember
The silkiness of your skin
The truth in your smile
The silence, saying there's so much within,
And the innocent fire.

The sadness and the lost still burn quietly inside
But the reason is gone. The tight
Hold of love is looking to break free
beneath my blanket, alone.

"What could have been",
sometimes I dare to ask.
What life we would have seen?

My soul, oh baby, wants to live
My tormented soul - I cannot give to hope alone.
My hope has turned to doubt,
the distance covers through my heart.
My eyes had cried.
My chest had ached.
My bed's so empty in the night,
without content,
without relief,
but new clean love.