I can still hear her
Through hushed whispers of the wind
Her voice and her laugh.

Thinking of her now
I dare not shed any tears
I hold them all in.

I can still hear her
Through the ripples of the tide
Her voice and her laugh

For I must be strong
I must act like I am fine
I’m perfectly fine.

I can still hear her
Through the rustle of the trees
Her voice and her laugh

Wishing she were here
But knowing she can’t come back
Causes me to break.