The uttered words that drew so deep, The lines of grief that can not be retrieved, Claims and chants of prepetrating misdeeds, Disputed faith on the dynasties, Dynasties that survived the storms, Teaching thy man to be on their feet, Always taking steps towards success, But never forgetting their rootly seeds.
Give me back, me back, my affections. I had planted the kisses on melting lamps. The dark tunnel goes to a lake for a rendezvous with pink death on white lips of cinders. Such agony of wintering tree. Not a
Grief swoops in and steals your soul Taking you hostage You are bound unable to move You are wracked with pain You beg to be free Your mind, screaming out and then Silence…. Grief wins You surrender Allowing grief the
Grief swoops in and steals your soul Taking you hostage, you are bound unable to move You are wracked with pain You beg to be free Your mind is screaming out and then, Silence… Grief wins You realize, you must
I have lost myself in some dark corner A corner with unknown path Buried in some sepulchre Such is the grief within The mind revolts to think The heart is numbed with anguish Pain is my best partner Such is
It’s hard to grasp grief when it does come? Different for all when losing someone It never came on the day that you died Or following weeks that passed on by When your body was gone and turned into ashes