• I'm writing for a whisper
    Of a song whose time has past
    The image of an angel
    Whose shadow's gone at last
    I'm writing of the wind
    That blew that song away
    It will not bring it back
    Despite how much I pray
    I'm writing of the tears I cried
    The anger and the rage
    That such a person had to die
    At such a youthful age
    I'm writing that I'm calmer now
    I know now that he's gone
    I will not cry another tear
    For my sweet and stolen song
    But although I do not cry
    Don't think my heart's run dry
    Each day I cry a tear at heart
    And will until I die