The sky has gone pale
Looking like a sad tale...
One red rose he placed next to her
He whispered I love you...
I wasn't ready
to say good-bye...
I mourn our time
together...
The cruelest part about it is,
what it has left me in today...
Forgive me, beloved for...
Forgive me for my hunger...
Suddenly,
the uninvited music bounce into my ears...
It left too soon.
Spring comes closer...
You walked too close to the fire, orange boy,
but I loved the smell of smoke on your warm fur...
I feel lost without my pills at night I hurt for...
but I'm still trying to stay alive...
I saw you
through the fog...
My son, the drummer boy,
Barely thirteen, will march off...