Yet I will always listen
Hearing what they have to say
As my eyes, slowly glisten
Memories threaten to carry me away

The bones doth echo a hollow tune
Your likeness in a locket within
Many months pass since that June
Waiting for my soul to release your fume

Hands can hold the past in a sense
But without words from your spirit
All things are more past-tense
If only I was blessed to hear it

Black are my days often
Nights spent pining for you
Yet all I see is your coffin
How I hurt to have you in my view