Imagining I'm with you,
with my arms around you tight.
Imagining that you're still here
after that dark and stormy night.

Imagining that we're walking
together side by side.
But now I walk these streets alone
my tears I try to hide.

Imagining we're laughing,
your hand tightly in mine.
Imagining that through the rain
the sun begins to shine.

Imagining that you hold me,
you shield me from the cold.
But I guess I'll keep imagining
until I am withered and old.