|
I remember her |
|
Dark flowing hair |
|
Eyes like deep blue waters |
|
And her skin so fair |
|
|
|
I remember her |
|
How she used to sing |
|
Melodies so full of sorrow |
|
Dreams in the making |
|
|
|
She was so fragile |
|
|
|
Lying on my arms, not breathing |
|
I can still hear the echo of her voice |
|
And now as I hear them coming |
|
I take her to our last dance |
|
|
|
I remember her |
|
Delicate beauty |
|
Her eyes so wise and knowing |
|
When she looked at me |
|
|
|
She was so fragile |
|
|
|
Lying on my arms, not breathing |
|
I can still hear the echo of her voice |
|
And now as I hear them coming |
|
I take her to our last dance |
|
|
|
The red haze fading |
|
My vision regaining |
|
And on my arms I see her lifeless body |
|
|
|
Realizing what I've done |
|
Anguish grips my heart |
|
I close her eyes for the last time and she'll sing no more |
|
|
|
She was so fragile |
|
|
|
Lying on my arms, not breathing |
|
I can still hear the echo of her voice |
|
And now as I hear them coming |
|
I take her to our last dance |
