Why is it so…

Why is it when ever I see rain,

I think of her tears.

Why is it when ever someone is mad,

I think of her pain and suffering.

Why is it when ever I hear a gun shot,

I think of the time I let her go.

Why is it when ever she called my name,

I think of the moment she died.

Why is it when ever I cries,

I think of her.

I'll tell you why,

it's because I love her

it's because she was my life,

she was my everything,

she was the one who could tell everything would be OK,

and now everything is OK, because I think of her.