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.