If it seems there is nothing left to live for
remember this one thing I do:
she holds in her hand the beauty
of a heart that's pure and true

waiting just around that corner
the wind in the trees knows her name
There IS something left to live for,
because you know that she feels the same.

Even if you cannot see her
listen closely and you'll hear her say
speaking in a voice so softly
like the calm of a morning rain:

"Perhaps tomorrow we'll meet again".