She held my hand
As I put the flowers on your grave.
And I didn't understand
How the wind kept whispering your name.

I stood up on that hill
Thinking of all the things we'd done.
Down my spine ran a chill,
Trying to face what I'd become.

No one ever said it'd be like a hurricane
Rushing through my veins.
I try to hold the tears back,
But they fall like rain
Washing my sins away.

*Washing our sins away.