Fields Of Her Memory

Lost in a field of grass, winds move me as I go, memories of my past, sad emotions begin to flow.

I see her face every night in my dreams, regrets I keep inside, would things have been different, if she was my bride?

A life I wished for, yet something else for me laid in store.

She cried as her hand fell from mine, I will never forget her face, away from me forever, such beauty and grace.

This final memory is all I have, a life gone in a flash, removed from me forever, a night's fatal car crash.

In these fields, we meet in my dreams, as if she never left, or so it seems.

In the distance, my final glance, she leaves forever, my lost last chance.