Music I heard with you was more than music
And bread i broke with you was more than bread
Now that I am without you all is desolate
And what was once so beautiful is dead.

I've experienced all the hardships of life; but love's far and away the worst I've known.

I made you many a many songs
Yet never one told all you are -
It was a though a net of words
Were flung to catch a star!

All I hope is you'll learn how my heart loved you, and hear the silent voice of my true self.

My heart, so tired and hurt
will sleep now and rest
it will not beat for as long as years
Until you say that you care