the stars flicker;
moonlight lands softly on the snow
when all hope washes away,
the wind blows your whisper
gently saying
that my life must go on

the soil no longer contains
your footprints
in our garden
that once bloomed
now, withered and dead

oh, how i miss you
i lost you,
but not forever
i will see you again

but i know you'd hope
it wouldn't be too soon

the wind
gently blows
and i hear your voice
but it cannot
wipe my tears away
like you would

nothing would console me
like you now could
if we could trade places,
i'd be dead instead of you