Her only way



I´m sitting on her grave and cry

believe she´s the lost ideal of my life.

Down on my knees cry and pray,

And now I know it was her only way.

Voices of black birds over me

Telling me the meaning : 

She could´nt live in this cruel cold world,

`cause no one and nothing was there to hold.



With every tear I weap again, I try to scrutinize.

Her last decision was her only way – however was it right too ?