Come forward thou lovliest
When time is still to come
Let the sun warm your face

Illness has burned it's mark

I'm crucified with burden


Oh you my gemini soul
Father, her flesh is to tired

Longing for rest, sleep eternally, sleep
Sitting with ebony tears


Lost as I am far beyond the dawn
So cold within pain on this endless path
So weak I became after all these years

Silence surrounds me on a trail of sadness

Writing poems of her memory so blessed

Mourner is so deep, in black I'm dressed
In holy ground she can be found
Bones to earth and dust to dust


She passed away to young, too soon
I've gone mad, so bad I talk to the moon

Soon she will be
In rigor mortis