I hear them still
Cries of the dying
I still see the ice on your hair
I remember your look of peace
Your cold dead hands
Your frozen blue lips
Is it even possible that
Just two hours before you and I roamed the ship
I still remember the cold of the whistle
The shrill sound in that cold dead air
Night of horror
Night of pain
I still remember the feel of the rain on my skin
The day I took your name
I missed you all these years
I promised you that I would fall in love again
But I didn't
Not like with you
I remember the day my granddaughter was born
Thinking again of my vow
Hadn't I lived it out yet?
But no
Tonight I told your story
Our story
Tonight I let go
I see you now
You and I on that fateful night
I step away from my frail old body
Remembering how strong it was
I see the ship
The grand hall
All of the waiting dead
That faithful clock
Who is standing there?
Waiting
Could it finally be?
You turn
Taking my suddenly youthful hand
They applaud
But I hear none of it
I would always remember those eyes
And finally I again felt that kiss
Had we ever been apart at all?