Tears to Wash You Away . . .

Endless tears drop down my face,

One for each memory I can't erase.

I close my eyes to search for some relief,

But all I see is you, and all I feel is grief.

Should your memory leave, or should it stay?

Would it be better if it just washed away?

But I know it won't, I can't let you go,

These things I feel inside are things you'll never know.

So I'll let them come down, these tears every day,

But I won't let them wash your memory away. . .