There are words I've never spoken,
Songs I've never sung.
Whispers in the darkness
Of things I've never done.

There are things I should have told you, 
Love you never knew.
It torments me in my sleeping,
That my words were never true.

There are songs I should be singing,
Flowers that I should bear.
And yet I can't do anything
All this time while you're not there.

People helped me through my mourning
When my words were few.
And now that I'm recovering,
I can only think of you. 


The End

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