Slowly wreathels the smoke up the wall
pushes its way to get free
up to the endless sky very tall
where we can't it anymore see

I have never seeked any comfort in death
never asked to fly with rusty wings
what good is still when it can't get wet
from which grass leans away as it sings

It sings of the grief, it sings of the pain
it sings dissapointed of life
look through it whole, there's nothing to gain
you could as well weep by the knife

To you envy has never seeked any path
it always enraged passed you by
you wallet has always been well filled and fat
but living you forgot to try

So lit your cigarr, don't deny this dear life
see how the smoke struggles free
you ended your life in my room with a knife
with blood colored hands we can't see

Dream, you are dead. So run little girl
and don't you look back at the ghost
run little girl from gossip that swirl
and wishes you in as your host

When I talk to my God, all I hear is my voice
I talk in your ear, but you're gone
ending you life was not a good choise
leaving behind you a son

Down to the deep, I send you a rose
with hollowing grief, fare all well
standing all still to see how it goes
if it touches your skin I can't tell

I stand all alone on the graveyard and moan
the grass leans away by the wind
colored so black by the gravedigger's soul
it tortures the once who has sinned

I am one of those, this is how life goes
I'll always be a black sheap
true whole my life I've cared for no one
I could hardly spare you this rose

mirash