On the edge of a tear, I dream of falling back in time. A time where you are, where summer winds are gentle and warm. Where love is you in my arms. On the edge of a tear I see your photograph I''m holding in my hand. We''re both together, you and I were so very young and in love. On the edge of a tear now falling down my cheek, I reach out to touch you once again as the smell of jasmine filled the air. Only the silence was by my side, to remind me I am all alone in an uncertain world where love is cold and dead. On the edge of a tear, I can cry no more.