What a shame that colours had to fed to
grey
The picture blurred and the journey
came to an end
when the killer came around, dreams
were murdered
Breath was taken away together with
hope
Ice cold was the blood freezed in his
veins
There was no way to keep the Artists
soul within his body
What a shame that the sunset colours
waned to shades of grey
The moment doors were closed and
light hid in the darkest night
The whole ordeal was sad,
It was a tragedy to witness the work of
a legend with a dying breath, giving up
life
Trying to sail around the world, he
drowned
Trying to fly with broken wings, he
touched the ground
Dust to dust, the spirit moved on,
But his work remained behind and was
purely glorified
Ashes to ashes, his name lived on
In the papers, the magazines and
pictures on the Tv's
A life lived in stardom, a soul burried in
legacy
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
What a shame that colours had to fed to
grey
The picture blurred and the journey
came to an end
when the killer came around, dreams
were murdered
Breath was taken away together with
hope
Ice cold was the blood freezed in his
veins
There was no way to keep the Artists
soul within his body
What a shame that the sunset colours
waned to shades of grey
The moment doors were closed and
light hid in the darkest night
The whole ordeal was sad,
It was a tragedy to witness the work of
a legend with a dying breath, giving up
life
Trying to sail around the world, he
drowned
Trying to fly with broken wings, he
touched the ground
Dust to dust, the spirit moved on,
But his work remained behind and was
purely glorified
Ashes to ashes, his name lived on
In the papers, the magazines and
pictures on the Tv's
A life lived in stardom, a soul burried in
legacy
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