Swallow The Sun

I remember her
Dark flowing hair
Eyes like deep blue waters
And her skin so fair
I remember her
How she used to sing
Melodies so full of sorrow
Dreams in the making
She was so fragile
Lying on my arms, not breathing
I can still hear the echo of her voice
And now as I hear them coming
I take her to our last dance
I remember her
Delicate beauty
Her eyes so wise and knowing
When she looked at me