We can't waste too much time missing something or someone from the past. We accept that life's never constant; things change and people grow apart. Yet we can't stop thinking about how good it used to be; afraid that we'd never experience it again, afraid that we've already lived it and lost it.
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows. Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play. The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you. The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves. Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash. The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you. The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.