Born in darkness,locked up in solitude
This is the elegy of a dying man
The piano composing his lines
I wanted my heart to be his home
Walk within his forlorn poetry
His tale of innocence
Walk into his world and see
His love letter to nobody
His cross became is innocence
In the garden he knelt
He wrote for the man in Gethsemane
The nightingale sung his song
At last he drowned in beautiful eyes
When he slept the fox came
The serpent took his pride from him
The serpent that was the fox
"I am sorry my friends
There is more I wanted to say
There is more I wish I felt
Just another life filled with tears
Don't cry I am not worth crying for
This is my last note to you
If you should read this line remember not me
But remember this lonely verse
For it is the cry of a child at heart
Wanting only the comfort of his mother's arms
A chance to be loved as I loved you
Instead I took a kiss of death
My time has run out I fear not again
My time will go in vain
The cross was my innocence
I am sorry I wish there was more to say
Goodbye and dont cry for me
This is my last farewelll"