Sometimes I think life doesn't end at all,
When a friend is lost, and tears begin to fall.
The weight of grief, a heavy heart does bear,
A bad day dawns, with sorrow's dark despair.

But as the sun rises, and the days go by,
I start to understand, and wonder why,
Life doesn't end, though a piece of me did die,
A part of my heart, that can never say goodbye.

Memories linger, like...