Stormy wind plucks the crowns of trees
The sky is greyer than it has ever been
The darkest black crows are forming line on fence
Their looks are so tense
Inside the little room
Is sitting the lonely gloom
On the table are candles and a bible
In the hearts is the suppressed fire
Your life on the bed
Is covered with blanket
I cannot talk to you
Cause you took my words with you
Meaningless sentences are leaving my mouth
I would cry out loudly
But I’m holding back my tears
My soul has hurt by spears
Your body is sinking into the ground
You will never be around
But your voice of your laugh
Will life forever in my thought.
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