The music started and a girl took to the stage,

So lately, been wondering

Who will be there to take my place

Oh crap, just what I need now, a song I can relate to.

When I'm gone you'll need love

To light the shadows on your face

That's what he said, I needed to fix him, make him better.

If a greater wave shall fall

And fall upon us all

Yep we got hit hard.

Then between the sand and stone

Could you make it on your own?

He could, I can't. I looked down at the booklet in front of me. The ink on the front cover running but still readable

In loving memory of John Smith

Father and Wife

RIP

He's gone.

If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

I tried to

Way up high or down low

I'll go wherever you will go

I'd go anywhere for him, I do anything.

And maybe, I'll find out

A way to make it back someday

I tried that, didn't work so well

To watch you, to guide you

Through the darkest of your days

I guess he did need help back then

If a great wave shall fall

And fall upon us all

Well then I hope there's someone out there

Who can bring me back to you

Donna did help, it just wasn't enough.

If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way up high or down low

I'll go wherever you will go

Run away with my heart

Run away with my hope

Run away with my love

He is everything to me now, if he came back here with a different face, a different girlfriend and a different attitude, I'd still love him.

I know now, just quite how

My life and love might still go on

I will always love you, my spare hand. More tears fell onto the funeral invitation.

In your heart, in your mind

I'll stay with you for all of time

I know he'll be in heaven, I just know.

If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way, way up high or down low

I'll go wherever you will go

"Miss, a man across the bar bought you a drink." I looked where he pointed a saw a smiling man I had never seen before; He grinned when he saw me looking and pointed at his head excitedly. He was a ginger.

If I could turn back time

I stood up and walked slowly over to him, the paper still clutched in my hand.

I'll go wherever you will go

"Rose Tyler." He smiled,

If I could make you mine

"No, it's Rose Smith, widow." I handed him the paper.

I'll go wherever you will go

He looked over it frowning.

I'll go wherever you will go

"Don't worry," he said waving his hand around, "I've got another one.