Without a soul

I think of life I think of death

They remind me both of her sweet breath

Her hands were warm but they've grown cold

She leaves me now as I grow old

I wish I could move on and start again

But she's more then love she's my best friend

Her lips were red and bright but now they're grey

Without her I lose count of night and day

When I die I'll die alone

My closest friend is his her gone soul