I can still hear her voice
the soft tender words that caressed my soul
like hands soothing against my skin
I can still hear her voice
echoing throughout the day and night
conversations long gone, but remebered
I can still hear her voice
sitting on a mountain top, alone..
only my own tears to comfort me
I can still hear her voice
nd wish the pain would subside
he greif that has overtaken my existance lesson
I can still hear her voice
but it's only in my dreams now


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Midsummer, in the year 73 MA.