Air in her hands Her will begins to bend Couldn’t imagine A more tragic end
Fear, penetrative like a knife Feeding on the dying vapors of life Her breathing is fading I’m failing again
Morning rain Is just the same As my tears on her grave True to her love that remains Without a name, without a face Like the air in the space Pure as her sacred embrace
Morning rain Is just the same As my tears on her grave Trying to reach underground Will she forgive me the next time around?
I’m feeling out of place I’m lost without a trace My life is torn I’m burned I never really learned That no one in this world Can ever be compared to her
She showed it once again Her calling never ends She’s bearing through all times The burden of our crimes Her love remains the same And her love will save our lives
