The first voice of love I heard, still echoes in a mind's eye
The photograph, black and white, wrinkled at the edges
I long to remember, without my heart breaking, and I try
Your presence in my heart will never pass, like a treasure
Does it matter if I stopped living, without you I've died
I miss your words, only voice of support of my endeavors
You are still alive in my mind, even in dreams, you're there
Ten years and counting, when will I ever breathe again
Pain of loss remains, but I don't speak of it or share
I know that you're the only one who'd care
