And your picture was torn from my heart.

I fight to hold on to, your memories leaving me so fast. Hopes for tomorrow with you, are now broken pieces of my past.

I stick out my toungue to catch the pieces as they fall. Long goodbyes and teary eyes are bittersweet tastes that I recall.

As the angels carry my tears to your heart. The heart I can still feel beside me, yet the beats grow further apart. I know God has His reasons, I can only hope to comprehend. And if not while we walk the earth, I pray that I'll see you in the end...