In My flesh and blood I wrote your home a letter on Your shelf And on the way back to your door Your roses turned a shade of brown To heavy now Before my ink well runs dry I need to tell you How hard it is to sleep at night I need to tell you stories of the ghosts Who whisper poems in my ear 'Till morning dear And without you to come home to It's a lonely pace around this time of year Just giive me one last chance to hold you Smell the flowers in your hair I'm sorry dear And as time becomes a figment of my past The wrinkles on my hands tell the stories of our hearts And I know that some day we will have to part Head our seperate ways In lonely parts And without you to come home to It's a lonely place around this time of year Just give me one last chance to hold you Smell the flowers in your hair I'm sorry dear And I had only wished for smiles upon your soul And it hurts to know My love is old And I know it was so hard to let you go But the smiles on my face couldn't make you feel at home anymore.