• time is a thief of all i hold dear,
    stealing my memories in only a year

    i know that i love her and thats still the same
    but when i look at her picture i see only the frame

    i remember the words but i cant hear the voice
    i cry cause these memories are not gone by choice

    in my memories i search for her beautifull eyes
    when i cant find them a part of me dies

    memories so dear to me are slipping away
    like knowing the hour but forgetting the day

    though i am fighting, her outline grows dim
    the album is fading that her memories in

    on the day that she left i knelt down to cry
    but with each fading memory my heart starts to die