Like a rose without color Like a prose without rhyme Hope yearns for another Wishing only for that time Memories of my departed Inside my heart drips tears For my love you try to restart it But my love can not be shared You give you make you stay by my side Hollow is my soul for her I yearn You pray you cry so hard you try But forsaken for her I turn My departed haunts my living soul Alive I'm just a shell of a man How can you love me when you know? Her memory is all that I am.