your scent – still in this house
invisible evidence
your voice – halled in this rooms
fading away now into empty skies
your atoms – once in this rooms
slipping through the fingers of time
the wind – with its persistence
the cold – with its freezing hand
brought back – back to nothing
an empire that was made of sand
rain – casts no shadows
rain – casts no shame
Thanks to brahms for submitting these lyrics.
