..Not what you wished me to be

His frailty calling me out
His dream that decieved devout
Our memory keeps him alive
Our remembrance will never close his eyes...

No more death, no more crime, no more decay from the core
No more fainting, no more aching, nevermore, nevermore!

As his unaware soul goes through path
Of dream, unseen
The scream that blew his tomb and took a breathe

Is the harbinger of death

Dead for his dauther
Alive for his wife
Family, cruelly separated
By incorrect death, cannot see the sign...

So sweet forgiveness, so sweet to forgive
If you are a  man, you are to believe

She cannot live within this night
Her rancour closes her eyes
Frail memory fades to white
She will never, never ever cry...

As his concious soul goes through path
The dream, unseen
The blessing that blew his tomb and gave breathe

Falling harbinger of death

Sometimes our words are more than we can demand,
Sometimes we are more than what we are,
Sometimes we see more than we saw,
Sometimes we understand more than it is to understand...