The stars they seem,
have broken their gleam.
They no longer sparkle
and shine for me

They seem cold and bland;
hold no purpose and
Are a poor substitute
for the warmth of your hand

But I hold back my tears
As days turn to years
Whilst I cling desperately to my memories
of when you were here

But the loneliness seeps in
And the agony begins
As your laugh fades gently
from my mind into the wind

Oh.. und den hier hab ich auch wieder gefunden:


Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,
across Northrend’s bright and shining snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,
on Westfall’s fields of golden grain.

I am in the morning hush,
of Stranglethorn’s jungle, green and lush.

I am in the drums loud and grand,
the thunderous hooves across Nagrand.

I am in the stars warmly gleaming,
over Darnassus softly dreaming.

I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.

I do not die