COLD LIKE THE WINTERS GRASP
A WHISPER IN EVERY FLAKE THAT I HAD
THE LOVELY MELODY
OF AN INSTRUMENT IN MY HEAD RINGING ENDLESSLY
LIKE A LOST SOUL
IN THE MIDDLE OF A DYING DESK
HE WANTED TO STAY
BUT IT WAS GETTING TOO LATE
FOR THE SUN MIGHT MELT HIS HEART
LIKE THE WATER FROM THE LAKE
AND HE RAN SWIFTLY WITH NOTHING IN MIND
BUT TO BE WITH ME
THOUGH I AM ALREADY AT REST
FOR ETERNITY HE SLEEP WITHIN
HEAVENS LONELY CRADLE
BLOCK BY A CAVE AS HARD AS A ROCK
HE COULD NOT REACH HIS GRAVE
HE GAVE ME A STARE FULL OF AGONY
AND TE PAIN OF HIS FAREWELL
HIS UNDYING HANDS WROTE A LETTER
AND SENT IT TO ME
HE ASKED FOR ONLY ONE THING
JUST FOR ME
TO KNOW THAT
"HE IS STILL HERE"
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