I do not mourn a dead shell
Nor grieve for lost words
I mourn something that lived
that now lives in our thoughts

I do not mourn a lost soul
Nor one that's in "the other side"
I grieve for the living memories
The ones that still live inside

I do not mourn a dead shell
Nor something left behind
'Cuz what lived can go on
In the stillness of my mind