soon my heart will heal,
as grey clouds fade away,
and rain drops down my cheeks,
will dry the tears away.
when the dieing of the moon,
beckons the brightest dove,
no more will my heart ache,
as i think of you, my love.
for every day i see you,
in the brightening of the morn,
and in the twilight listening,
through heavens golden door.
but no more will you touch me,
or grace my presence with your's,
no more to hear you sing,
or whisper through the door.
and when i touch your cheek,
you softly fade away,
to be with ones who faded,
years ago today.
for this day is a day,
to pine for loved ones lost,
in days of bitter darkness,
in the shadows of the halocaust.