I start to strum the guitar, with her in mind.. I smile before I sing, the words about how happy she seems.. But the song changes chords, minor and sad, I tell a story about how really things are bad.. She cries in the morning as she awakens, I think its me, My soul is shaking.. The chorus is about us and them, How they destroyed our love poem.. I try to make her happy, I try to color her eyes, But I need to stop this nonsense I need to go on to the other side.. You see my songs make her cry, She screams why did you have to die! I sing to her dreams, She sees I am not yet an angel, Because I cannot go alone toward this heavenly light beam..
How could I cross over with out her! Its my fault!