There she stands,
Next to me...

I'm sorry to say goodbye,
So long you have been there...

I wake up at 7:00 in the morning,
I walk to my closet grabbing my cloths...

That night of nights,
A yearly tradition...

It was a clear spring day,
Birds were chirping to a blooming flower...

He is strong and brave,
Yet works for the weak and cowardly...

I'm not hansom,
I'm not skinny...

To the sweet nectar of mine heart,
Your name races through my mind...

*BANG*
Shot to the head...

Ferocious power,
Unstoppable force...

The power of dark will spread through the family...
Like a creeping and destructive poison vine...

What is the past good for when the present is...
Some look into it and often cheer...