I sat down to write last words for my love
What could be the best word for my love...
I can't remember the day,
The day when you left me...
As the night slowly creeps in
It brings with itself the shadow of despair...
There's music in your voice
An everlasting longing for someone...
A note escaped the violin
to forever wander...
Grave is the place; we can relate
Noddingly, we accept the fate...
shadows-silently gather in black,
an orchestra of cries; echoes weeping...
People say that I am an orphan
And on the earth, a cursed son...
A sycamore tree, stands broad and alone upon a...
spring ochre leaves fall upon lush verdure...
I slumber with Morpheus and he has his way with me...
Or so it seems in these waking dark dreams...
Having lived in Macclesfield for fifteen years...
Ian, I leave a lighter to light your darkest...
I always looked
up to you...