Holding on to hope,
preying you can hear me.
Sitting here all alone,
under our willow tree.

I kiss the wind that whispers,
hoping to feel your breath.
The only thing that I feel,
is the icy cold hand of death.

I want to breath you in,
to smell your unique flavor.
To feel your heated touch,
and hold you here forever.

Holding on to hope,
preying you can hear me.
Sitting here all alone,
under our willow tree.

I touched the rough bark,
on our weeping tree.
To feel the carved heart
You put there for me.

The ground is cold and damp,
grass wet from the rain.
slowly my body is numbing
but still I feel the pain.

Holding on to hope,
preying you can hear me.
Sitting here all alone,
under our willow tree.

I can still hear your voice,
crisp and clear as if you were here.
I know your body's gone
but I really need you near.

I lay my head under your stone,
My arm over where you sleep.
holding on to promises,
that you can never keep.

Holding on to hope,
preying you can her me.
Sitting here all alone,
under our willow tree.
 
I close my eyes slowly,
breathing in a deep sigh.
Holding back the tears,
I wish that i could cry.

I wished my kiss gave you life,
I hoped that I could keep you.
I prayed that you would breath,
but I could not save you.