There are feelings,
When I hear her voice

The warmth, the pain, the whisper,
To whisper her name, the loneliness until she came,
We seem complete.
I feel the same.

So many feelings,
When I hear her voice

The words from her mouth,
Her thoughts from my heart,
Our love holds like a mountain,
So much strength, so much art.

Now I hold her photograph.

The coldness, the pain,
Somebody else,
Still her name,
Those countless thoughts
I could not explain.

I lose myself.
I lose the game.

I need the map to take me away
From the trip through memory lane
Somebody takes me from the pain,
Of this journey, through memory lane.