Every word you spoke once,
Echoed in 'my voice', dull and spent..
The empty lines of a love song,
Sung plain and painfully long...

The sparkle in your eyes slowly died,
I did try to revive, with all my might...
Yet slowly it died...embers dying..
Yet slowly it died....ashes flying...

If there is a way, to match your stride,
If there is a chance to see our love alive,
If it is possible to revive the song,
If it is possible to reignite the calm...

I refuse to give in this time..
Choosing to walk away with memories unkind.
*Let me remain a soul that failed,
To patch the broken song alive....