lunes, 20 de abril de 2009

W i t h o u t H e r

Softly I search my memories and hope I may find yesterday. And just like her, my thoughts wander and like her quietly slip away.
Love brings out the weakness in a man and I'm so weak I just can't stand to be without her.
There was a time she walked with me, but yesterday comes only one time.
And I can see a tomorrow with yesterday cling to my mind. Time will take her memory they say, but it gets harder every day to live without her