The sun, the sky,
To the Earth, and on High...

So far away,
Into the void we are cast...

It is
such a beautiful...

Thoughts of you and I,
Make me sit and sigh...

I entered the hospital room with trepidation,
Carrying the bouquet of carnations...

Insect! Vile worm!
I regret the very day you were born...

Who are you? What do you want?
You need to go away...

Holding you in my arms, praying God to take away...
Sponging you down, begging there won't be another...

Upon the dark of night,
A dread did emerge in my sight...

Pretty flowers still bloom, although they may have...
Openly they live in splendor, and bleakness they...

It's getting very hard,
To the point it's scarred...

My heart was stripped, completely bare,
There was no hope of recovery, it could not be...