Even After I'm Gone

When I die, and the rain falls upon your face, you may think it's nothing more than a raindrop- but it's me, visiting you, keeping my wish to stay near. And when you're lost in sorrow, heavy with silence, you may think it's only the wind passing by- but it's me, brushing against your heart, lifting the weight for a moment, just to remind you... you are loved, always.