Your foreign voice and beautiful eyes,
Made my heart beat and gave color to the skies.

You'd hold my hand, tell me not to cry,
But I was facing dark reality, so how could I?

Then came the day where you had to go,
There was rain, hailstone, wind and snow.

Never will I forget the way you held my hand,
And when I would fall you would help me stand.

Now the same words play in my head,
The words that made me question if our romance was dead.

Those last few words before you said goodbye,
"Just look up, and we'll be looking at the same sky."