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
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:14 PM 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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