In the hours before dawn, I hear your voice
Though the shadows, where the moonlight falls
Your whisper call to me, from memories walls
A fragile sound, an echo lost
The whispers talk of love, once tender and true
Each word a sigh, each breath a tear
A melody of loss, so sharp, so clear
Now gone, like the morning light
The dreams we shared, no longer real
In every silence I hear a tear
How do I hear your whispers, you’re not near
And I am alone with a broken heart
Yet even in my silent despair
My broken heart still hears the sound
Of love now lost, which can’t now be found
And your whispers are everywhere
You whisper of a heart turned to stone
They speak of you, and the love we had
In tones so soft, yet oh so sad
And I listen, in the dark, alone.