The day you died you took my soul with you.
You are Gentle as the mornings sunshine,
I Know my soul is with you
and I want YOU to come back.
I pass by your grave
and talk with the dead.
Every time I remember that you are there, my heart shrinks deeper than the ocean's- end.
I go to your room, everything is still there like you are coming back.
Death is strange,
I can feel your soul but your body,
it will never come back.
The grief eats me up alive,
Death is strange and my inner child cries.