28 May 2012
I hear you calling for me in my dreams,
A single tear drop turns to streams,
You left this world far too soon,
Taken by the light of the moon.
I'll never forget your face so naive,
People tell me what will be will be.
That you were taken somewhere pleasant,
I'm finding it very hard to live in the present.
For I wish I could take time back a few years,
Save a hundred thousand tears.
Save you from whatever wicked thing,
Took you from us that awful Spring.
Loss • Opuss № I