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