There's nothing left for me,
Of days that used to be
I live in memory
Among my souvenirs.
Some letters tied with blue,
A photograph or two,
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs.
A few more tokens rest within my treasure chest,
And tho' they do their best
To give me connsolation,
I count them all apart,
And as the tear drops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.