If I should smile,
then I am sorry...
I watched you suffer with your oncoming death.
There was nothing I could do, I had nothing left...
A crow lets out a mournful sound,
One tombstone sits on the hill...
As I lay in my bed all cozy and warm
Branches hit the window from the treacherous storm...
I was just about to die
And I prayed for Life...
She walks down a lonely path,
nobody knows just where its at...
In the beginning,
It was a wonderful thing...
If I tell you to sleep with open eyes
Will you still dream of me dying...
The pain has returned
My soul is on fire...
Let their spirits live through us.
Never let them die...
Mother ill be fine.
I promise i'm okay...
She cries her life away,
at the end of every night...