It’s all I’ve left,
A lone stray hair,
A fading scent,
An empty chair.
T’was on our bed,
Just lying there,
Her natural curl,
A lone stray hair.
It wasn’t dark,
It wasn’t fair,
The colour of gold,
A lone stray hair.
A perfect picture,
A pigeon pair,
While in my hand.
A lone stray hair.
I shed a tear,
She wasn’t there,
Just me, my pain,
And a lone stray hair.
In the morning light,
When my soul is bare,
In the evening dusk,
With a lone stray hair.
In that dark of night,
In my silent prayer,
I’ll hold her heart,
And her lone stray hair.
I dream of her,
Pretend she’s there,
While on her pillow,
A lone stray hair.
