It's her voice. I hear it everywhere.
In the wind on the grass and the birds in the air
The crashing of the waves and the sighing of the breeze
The way she's stirring all the leaves on the trees
My princess is in the very bones of the land.
I feel it tremble 'neath the palm of my hand
It's her song, her prayer, her heart in this.
It's her soul, her strength, her grace I miss
How her hand would fit in the palm of my own
And her spirit flew with mine; never alone,
Never abandoned was I in her day.
Now all she was has been taken away
Nothing but memories keeping her here.
But it's her voice. I hear it everywhere.