|He left that night with no Goodbye,|
you held his hand and started to cry.
This is what changed your life.
It was the timing and now it's the past,
there was no reason for it to last.
The voices started to float away,
he wouldn't be there the next day.
Don't open your eyes.
I miss you River!
|Alyssa Ionadi - Toronto,
April 4, 2004