A year has passed
The sleepless nights
Caused by the cherished memories of you that I loved unconditionally
The times were faultless
Emptiness, lonesomeness, desolation
Separation
Autumn
The rainy season has come
The season where you felt most spirited
The precipita
tion sounds lightly
As it hits the window while the sun hi des beyond the grey clouds above
My reminiscence of yesteryears
I went to our favorite woodland we walked the day you left me
The forest of us
The owls watched as I disconsolately walked the path we walked the day you passed
The crimson leaves...
The rain drops are your tears
The cold breeze ,that rustles the leaves
That dropped me to me knees
It's just you
That's whispering my name
And saying goodbye
For one last time
''Snow Turned To Rain''
That day….
When the snow turned to rain…
Beyond the oaken doors laid,
Slain,
A true warrior, prepared to die.
For he stood and lived,
And passed through the void,
For his convictions.
The crimson and golden leaves of autumn continue to fall.
Upon his body, where he wished to decay and feed the earth under his beloved tree.
For he stood and lived,
And passed through the void,
For his convictions.
The rain drops fall from the tree, like the tears of all the loved ones left behind.
The seasons change, the tree blossoms.
A representation of eternal life, where he will always be remembered.
For he stood and lived,
And passed through the void,
For his convictions.
We will carry this sadness on our shoulders until we’re gone.
Because he lived to die
For his convictions.
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As it hits the window while the sun hi des beyond the grey clouds above
My reminiscence of yesteryears
I went to our favorite woodland we walked the day you left me
The forest of us
The owls watched as I disconsolately walked the path we walked the day you passed
The crimson leaves...
The rain drops are your tears
The cold breeze ,that rustles the leaves
That dropped me to me knees
It's just you
That's whispering my name
And saying goodbye
For one last time
''Snow Turned To Rain''
That day….
When the snow turned to rain…
Beyond the oaken doors laid,
Slain,
A true warrior, prepared to die.
For he stood and lived,
And passed through the void,
For his convictions.
The crimson and golden leaves of autumn continue to fall.
Upon his body, where he wished to decay and feed the earth under his beloved tree.
For he stood and lived,
And passed through the void,
For his convictions.
The rain drops fall from the tree, like the tears of all the loved ones left behind.
The seasons change, the tree blossoms.
A representation of eternal life, where he will always be remembered.
For he stood and lived,
And passed through the void,
For his convictions.
We will carry this sadness on our shoulders until we’re gone.
Because he lived to die
For his convictions.