Aint no reason to write again,
Not with this much pain,
I wish there was more time to stay,
But the inspiration is gone away,

I search for the words the wind did bring,
And the songs which i once heard the birds sing,
I looked for the letters which were carved in trees,
They all seem to be nothing but a tease,

I am grateful for the memories of the past,
And our yesterday that seems to fade fast,
The ink i spilled on every paper,
And heart poured out in every single letter

So when you do not hear from me,
This is what has become of me,
I have lost my joy and strength,
And my peaceful heart is now rent.