As I sit by the river,
I remember your eyes,
The passion that burned within them,
The way they sparkled every time you smiled,
The way they glowed every time
you cried.
When I looked upon you last,
And into those perfect eyes,
They did not sparkle,
They did not burn,
They just stared blankly to the sky.
I remember the way we used to run together,
The way we used to fight side by side,
The way we used to laugh,
The way we used to dance.
When I looked upon you last,
And into those perfect eyes,
They did not sparkle,
They did not burn,
They just stared blankly to the sky.
And as I sit here now,
By this flowing stream,
I remember for the last time,
How we used to howl,
And how we used to sing.
But the one image I cannot remove from my mind,
Is last looking into your perfect eyes,
And seeing no sparkle,
No burning passion,
Just seeing them staring blankly into the sky.
