Here I am again
Standing near his tomb
Together with melancholy
And a silent mourn
Living like a fool
Asking if he'll comeback
With the promised doll
How cruel is this luck
How I long for his voice
And his warm touch
The way he look at my eyes
And seek for my wounded soul
Now I wonder how could I bring him back
And talk with him like we used before
Like colors, it's now black in white
He won't be back, one thing for sure
