A wrenching cry, my wrenching cry,
peircing through the night.
The closing darkness, the flickering hope,
and the fading light.

Wishful thinking, hopeful thinking;
the kind I gave some thought-
Now the future is here- the present is now,
and I cry at what it's brought!

Memories, my memories,
are rolling over me-
my heart is ripped, from end-to-end,
and my tear-filled eyes can't see.


The blooming flowers, the fading flowers,
all remind me that you're gone!
But your wandering eyes, and veering steps,
shoulda' warned me all along!

The tender touch, your tender touch,
the kisses saved for me;
your loving words, and laughing voice,
another now recives.

Now a heart, my broken heart,
daily pushes me to death.
But I really know, you wouldn't care,
when I breathed my last breath.