| The beauty of love paints rainbows everywhere we go. | 
| Death gave her what life took away. | 
| As long as one person remembers you, you're never really gone. | 
| I don't want to talk. | 
| Throat aches with unshed tears. | 
| Good-bye doesn’t mean forever. | 
| Happiness remains elusive. | 
| I cry. For my helplessness. For all the things I can’t change. | 
| Numb, detached, moving through mist in a dream. | 
| Rain falls on the just and the unjust. |