When you stepped in my door,
I realised I was Paradise
in my heart and soul
I will be honest like every time or at least most of the time
I do not even know where to start or begin
I rather to say I do not know where this journey ended
In the  graveyard of warm heaven’s
I am still wounded by your talks
On my knees scarred because of battles only god knows
I might not write as much as I did during the war
Life has been getting busier and busier
I'm letting go like I always told you I would
The problem is the pain, that I can't bear to keep
Clear skies no longer brighten my day,
In my eyes there is only ever rain
An indifferent ache swirls in the silence
As I try to conceal the pain and hide it deep within
Till death, I will keep, not returned by tomorrow.