If I ask you to kiss me good morning,
or kiss me good night,
I know you'd kiss me until everything's alright.
But if I had one wish,
or magic lamp,
I'd wish for you to survive that crash.
It's hard not to hear you voice anymore,
and my heart will always be torn,
but the gently breeze whispers promises of once more.
Memories are all I have left,
until one day when I walk along
the golden bridge where you have gone.