She was here yesterday
Now she fades with haste
Like a distant memory
But I remember her face

She’s an unwritten book
Page after page
A canvas of white nothing
Like an empty stage
From music to silence
From movement to night
A forgotten performance
That never takes flight.

Her eyes, her face, her name
Reflect in the mirrors in a hall
Don’t make a sound
I hear voices in the wall
It’s hard to forget things
That were never said
Surrender to the shame
Playing games inside my head.

She filled my arms yesterday
Now she is all but gone
Alone in this empty room
I can still hear her song
Graceful in the night wind
Her voice in the cold night
Leaving me on my own
Her wings clipped, mid-flight

She was here yesterday
Now she fades with haste
Like a distant memory
But I remember her face

I can’t forget her face
I remember her face…