i remember..... your face and the kind words you spoke to me me and you used to make our own kites and watch them fly but now i watch nothing but your tombstone i stand up on your grave tears falling till they touch you're cold dead face a flower laid carefully on your stone you shall never be alone i don't want to go home listen....... is that a voice i hear? coming to me loud and clear it's dancing past the stars throught the wind and in my ear a rose by any other name is just as sweet leaves' scraping the trees until their work is complete now you whistle to me "don't stop i'm still listening."