The river runs red,
Yet it flows like the sea...
I stare at where you lay
As I kneel on your final resting place...
Tonight war serves
its usual portion...
I begin this story with the word girl
Who's hair was curly and bended in a swirl...
Everyday, I suffocate in a public atmosphere
Full of irrelevance, fallacies and opinions...
The feeling you get when you run your hand over...
Wanting to open them again...
You took your life too soon
So many things left unsaid...
A single silent violin
shimmering on that breezy night...
I wish I could take your pain away
losing is never fun...
We sometimes are intimidated by the sounds we here...
Windows stalk my withered soul,
forcing me to look at a future...
My father help me through these tears
Take away all my pain and tears...