He breathes an anguish vow
and the darkness blinding close
He bids farewell to the affray
as the grief never fades away
His sorrow tears keep linger on
until the last drop of heaven

In the mourning he stays awake
to keep himself close
to the stoic souls
and admonish them from macabre

His heart erodes with fear
but he will madly adorn it
with faith and strength

when the torn sky heals
I see no grave, feeling grateful
but he buries himself
in the arms of his ancestors

s.n