Words can never heal the pain,
Or sorrow that we bear,
Heartache is an anguish that we
Find so hard to share,
People never can replace those
Loved ones, whom we’ve lost,
Each day is like river that’s
So difficult to cross,
Time, they say’s a healer,
But the time, it moves so slow,
The road so brightly lit is now so
Dark and overgrown.
So where do we go now without
The heart that we adored,
We take the love that shines from them,
Until we meet once more.