Seasons change and leaves had browned.
Here i am sitting, hoping for a single sound.
Flowers begin to wither away
I thought it was just any other day.

A year has passed
I never knew that conversation would be the last.
The yelling, the screaming.
God, just give me some meaning!
Im exhausted Lord, i need advice.
Why was my mother to be a sacrifice.

Lord i love you, but why so much pain?
My eyes are full of vision, but what do i gain?
Mother, father, are you there?
I feel you everywhere.
The smell of amber and vanilla i think of you.
You are gone but still here too.