I saw your face today, in the face of a stranger

But when I looked again, you were not there anymore



I heard your voice today, in the middle of a crowd

I turned arround to listen, but did not hear a sound



I felt your touch today, in the blowing wind

I clung to that moment, held it to its end



I cried over you today, drowned in my own sorrow

Then I came to realize, there is always a tomorrow. (c)