Dirge

As clouds carries your wound away,
Angels have been chanting a lullaby for your soul to sleep.
And the wind would blow inside your empty heart to stay,
Only the sky had the courage to weep.

For your wound was gone too deep,
No, you couldn’t bear!
What humans were off to declare.
How you have obliged to fall from steep.
And no one was there,
Only you, sadness and your pain.

This soul of felicity could not obey,
The sound of hatred, without care.
And as justice has left this earth with no return,
Your soul has followed his way.

A scream you kept inside,
A fever have burned your sight,
With passion you couldn’t hide,
He was taken from your heart.
For someone else, it was a delight.
A life without light,
That’s you, me, I … our eternal fight.

As rain was washing away your blood that seeps,
Within your golden fingers to leave,
To terminate a lone trip, of silence sighing and grief.
I heard your piano and your tears;
Chanting a song, a heavenly melody:
"If those keys could tell,
The story of life within a melody,
Then I must be the one who fills,
That dream with a touch of my fingers… me"

O’ Holy music of the sky,
I can not stop this cry,
Though my soul, at heaven will be
But my heart is here to stay.

Over and over again, angels are chanting my lullaby,
And stars have come to light,
The road to which I will fly.
But little stars, please,
Guard my heart, grant him joy and sight,
And that soul will pray,
For tomorrow, to be his day….
Despite…