Tomorrow I will wake with the sun’s rising
While I harness the dawn of a day, new
With a wistful heart that will not dare to browse
The distant memories, vivid and lucid in their wake
And I shall live sad without you

Painted smiles with cracks
Affected by the coldness ascribed to my pain of heart
Which beats reluctantly but relentless
Lest it ceases to bear the burden
Of sustaining my very breath and life and being,

But with a wistful heart that will not dare to browse
The memories, distant but vivid
And lucid in their wake
And I shall live sad without you.