Brethen of the orchid
In the rays of the warm amart
The sounds of the loud *****
Walking foward to tear you apart

Soul pledge to Affinity
A deed shall not last
Pain swiped by tides of eternity
No letting go of the past
        
Flower in the coffin
Bleak trail of the hearse

The rain falls
On the victim of this moral curse

Take my hand
You will never leave
You misunderstand my craving dream

You withstand
My spirit grieves
You understand that I will leave

The marked mattress
Dreams of glee
The past foward
Deceit is what you see

Time will tell
The pain shall fade
Maybe once
Maybe within days

Mourning over a well needed embrace
This feeling of sorrow you must take
A Suttle light glows Amist the pain
Your exit to the time that you remain

Not to Weep in the end of a journey
To say farewell to what has happened
Not to cry because of the end
To smile because it happened

To remember days of our embrace
To remember the flower's shinning face
To see the days in the wake of the past
To wander with the spirit through familiar traces