It seems rain would wash away anything
Even the deepest grief on a face so gentle as yours
Never the less, the sorrow within the heart can never be forgotten
Glance at the burn down house
The memories that was once stored
Had all been taken away
All the was left were only ashes and dust
And my tears on a blank page
It’s been a while since I shovel the last pile of dirt onto your grave
Even then, I can clearly see the remain of my foot prints
One hundred and twenty days of loneliness, I need you more than ever
If only I was there for you
This story would not have such an ending
If only I was there with you
The future of tomorrow would be a much happier place
However, all that I ever dream of was merely a dream
Like a mirage under the Arabian sun
The shadow of you image was never there