On a quite night
On my tomb stone
Scribbling a write
All alone

His buried next to me
As how it's supposed to be
Just the engrave on my tomb stone
Does not match with his own

I am his Mrs. yet engraved is a Miss
This seems not right
Coz our vows were sealed with a kiss
In a broad daylight

Thus, each night I try to change the letters
But nothing happens when I try
As for him nothing matters
Not even, when I breakdown and cry

Memories of our death flashes by
That evilful night how can I forget
Hit by a carriage, we flew in the sky
Each day out of tomb, I sit to regret

Thus, each night I try to change the letters
But nothing happens when I try
As for him nothing matters
Not even, when I breakdown and cry

AGAIN AND AGAIN...


©sim