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)