Nightingales at morning were not  her favorite
She loved the lights the noire train
The tumult of the people and one night she decided
she is leaving town rising hell and storm dust when shes gone
Who died?
What on earth happened?
The old lady rambled sitting on a stone chair near the alley
Please don't go you are my life my world he whispered softly It is hard when you meet your heart and its gone away
She smiled gently to him
Stroke his  face fondly
Its not for me ,this place is too small
So why cant i come he asked?
Oh my sweet  
My precious love
I promise i'll be back
Be here again
See your face & die in your arms