Burdens of my Heart

Words are inadequate to the burdens of my heart;
hiding pain behind silence - saying nothing.
Thus seasons wane, another year passes me by,
yet how could I possibly forget you?

Words are inadequate to the burdens of my heart;
for empty is the world without your laughter.
What might have been is just a fleeting dream
to cling to, as another year passes me by...
 

27/01/02