From the touch of my hand
To the scent of my skin
To the flow of my hair
To the lilt of my laughter
To the pain in my tears
To the cry in my voice
To holding my breath
To the weariness of my bones
To bitterness and regret
To the end
From the touch of my hand
To the scent of my skin
To the flow of my hair
To the lilt of my laughter
To the pain in my tears
To the cry in my voice
To holding my breath
To the weariness of my bones
To bitterness and regret
To the end