I, the spirit of the living, have a story to tell,
T’is a tragic tale, one of 2 lovers,
They lived so happily, until embraced in fell,
T’was a day like any other, sunshine all around,
A man and his dearest sat on a beach,
Taking in its serenity, listening to the ocean sound,
But I could feel a darkness lurking behind a distant cloud,
My counterpart, yet my second half, was approaching,
The spirit of the dead had entered, the girl he took under his shroud,
Such agony resulted, such weeping, such sorrow,
Oh, the spirit of the dead would be back soon,
For the boy would not live to see tomorrow.

I, the spirit of the dead, have a story to tell,
T’is a heartwarming tale, one of 2 lovers,
They lived so happily, in love forever they’d fell,
T’was a day of disaster, chaos all around,
A man and his dearest sat on a beach,
Not noticing its blood thirst, not hearing its deadly sound,
I could feel a lightness visible from behind my cloud,
My counterpart, yet my second half, was approaching,
The spirit of the living was there, yet powerless against my shroud,
Such happiness resulted, such joy, not leaving any room for sorrow,
Oh, the girl and I knew I would be back soon
For the girl knew she would see the boy tomorrow.