As I walk in the seasons of love I can hear your tender voice on the wings of a dove.
Soaring high as the clouds in the sky guiding me with your heart from above.
Through the mist in the air a gleaming light appears.
With a grin I bare thinking about the times we've shared.
Sometimes I find myself wishing that tomorrow never will comes, so I can live in yesterday as if it was today.
The hurt on losing you aches my soul, the pain is too much to bear and to painful to share.
Your spirit flows through me with a glowing abundance of love.
So far from yesterday, to close to tomorrow, I fear with each tear my memory of you will slowly disappear.