Without you, life will go on.
The rain will come and fill the pond.
The wind will blow and grass will grow.
The streets may even flood with snow.
Yes time will never cease to flow.

I won't forget your fear of lightning.
And holding you because "its frightening".
I won't stop wishing your would hair blow in my face.
And I'll crave our adventures which brought me grace.
The snow will never be as white, nor will a smile be as bright, as the one I fell for that winter night.

Yes time will pass, more than which i spent with you.
But I will live within the past.
The time which I had spent with you.