The whistling of the wind creeps through his ears. The rain falling down just like his unsung tears. Years of memories course through his mind. He has questions about himself, and answers he just can't find. He looks out his window, and sees the beautiful women pass by, none of them are as beautiful as her no matter how frequently they catch his eye. Her brown hair lashed over her shoulders as the sunshine made it sparkle. Her brown eyes turned brighter than the stars on the darkest night. Indeed her beauty was worth it when he watched her sleep at night. The most soothing sound was when she spoke. No matter how angry he was, she'd always calm this bloke. He'd sing her to sleep on the midnight's stroke. The sound of the crickets, the quietest of the night. Was silent, as he'd hear her breath as he'd hold her close through the nightmares fright. She was his memory now and he wondered if he was too? Does she think about him the way I do? Is she no longer in love with the way he cared. As he turns to the his empty pillow realising she isn't there. Love is a cruel and unusual way for life to play it's game. Tis but a feeling of agony which reaps nothing but pain. Some like the thrill some suffer and successfully overcome the fear. Love gave him nothing but memories and tears.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
