Spirit man

As the shadows of love, start to fade.

Sorrow casts again.

And all his cold, lonely heart

can taste is summer rain.

All of the photos...

Just ghosts now.

Of a life that once he led.

Looking back on smiles.

But now half of him has gone.

The other half is dead.

Because without her love, his love is worthless.

Without her heart, his heart isn't complete.

Pieces missing.

He will be reminissing.

About the things he could have been.

He wanderes through the fields.

Your'll see him if you wait.

The only way he feels alive.

Is when the rain drops down his face.