In Judy Woods, I walk with yearning's weight,
Where memories of Paul, I contemplate.
A brother lost to addiction's cruel tide,
In melancholic love, my heart can't hide.

The trees, they weep with whispering leaves,
As I wander on, my heart bereaves.
I long to hold him, to turn back time's stream,
In this somber reverie, lost in a dream.

With arms outstretched,...