You could probably never kill the silence
of her lonely name.
In a deep sleep I see her face,
and all my life I've promised
that I would write it down, a description of her face--
When the time came,
I blew a kiss into the wind and prayed
that time and God would forgive me.
Through these days in this life of mine
I've been reminded of her in my dreams
when I sleep.
Never a nightmare to see,
Nothing she could ever do to me would hurt,
nothing she would ever do to me would hurt,
nothing that she would ever say of me
could burn my heart,
nothing can come between these two hearts--
hers and mine.
She had red hair.