The letter was addressed: From Agnes With Love
It arrived from above, in the beak of a dove
My heart it had seemed to stop in its place
But it started to race, when I saw your face
The years had shown through your beauty in lines
A few more then the time, when I called you mine.
The photo brought memories of pain and of bliss
On the back was your kiss, and the word "remanice"
Was it a cruel taunt, or did you crave me?
I thought as I walked nervously, to your cottage to see.

Death is the consequence of life but
People die trying to have a life

The greater the joy
The greater the pain

With knowing the sun
Will turn into rain

Doesn't help me to grieve
Doesn't help me at all

Watching her leave
And feeling the fall

So incredibly high
Now swimming in tears

I was touching the sky
With our love through the years

There is no such thing as silence,
For there is always the clock, ticking in your ear.