We once walked this road with your hand in mine
I miss how the air that smells of autumn leaves made you smile
And the scent of your flowing hair in the wind
Now I can only reminisce.

The ground is swallowing you whole
I stare as I beg that you only be a stranger inside a wooden box
So none of my memories need be buried with you
None of my life tossed like flowers unto you…

CHORUS:
I see the last of you through this looking glass
Your lovely face is now white as winters snow
Those red lips that kissed me will forever stay still
I can never feel the warmth of your skin again.

Dry soil crumbles in my palms as I cry
For under this earth, you lie
Alone in the dark confines of your tomb
As I, alone in a world that was once beautiful…