When the sun joins hands
with the silver white mountain tops,
she will remember him.
And an ache will drift slowly
across the heart left
between them.
An ache of ever after’s
‘what if.’
An ache
always to linger on.
When the sun joins hands
with the silver white mountain tops,
she will remember him.
And an ache will drift slowly
across the heart left
between them.
An ache of ever after’s
‘what if.’
An ache
always to linger on.