In truth,
I speak,
To memories long a-go,
The ones I can-not see..

Those who,
Hold keys,
To my dear heart and so,
I,
Call out,
To thee..

I’m sor-ry,
For all,
That I have said to you,
Through these wil-ting years..

I think,
On you,
Sing-ing sorr-ow’s tune,
Still sadly,
Wai-ting here..

The years,
Have passed,
And you,
Are now,
Long gone..