What is a marshmallow without someone to taste it?
Or a pair of boots with no one to shine them?
Or even a neck with no scarf to warm it?
Or a flower without its' stem?
What is a clock without time?
Or one chess piece without the set?
Or maybe a lemon without a lime?
And what might water be without wet?
What is glass without sand?
Or a book without words?
Or possibly an arm with no hand?
And what might spring be without birds?
What is sleep without dreams?
Or an ill man with no one to make him well?
Or still yet the dress without seams?
And what could a turtle be with no shell?
What is a song without the tune?
Or my forceps without my biceps?
Or a fork without a spoon?
What is running without the steps?
What is laughter without a smile?
Or childhood without play?
Or perhaps an inch without the mile?
And what is work without its pay?
What is a hug without feeling?
Or sight if you cannot see?
Or sickness with no healing?
And what is a seashell if you can't hear the sea?
Because without you,
That's exactly what I would be,
And lastly I would like to ask you,
What is life without memories like we've got?
