Silver crosses,
burning flames,
midnight whispers,
blackened souls.

Tears fall down on me.

Brother speak,
a testimony in pain.
Father speak,
a testimony in disappointment.
Mother speak,
a testimony in
love.

Silver crosses,
snowy reflections,
midnight whispers,
blackened souls.

Tears fall down on them.

Step by step
into the hell
we call life.
Poetically following
fate
to the tee,
drenched in sadness
the mourners
subside.

Silver crosses,
silver screams.
Burning flames
of snowy reflections.
Midnight whispers
as a candle glows.
Blackened souls,
enlightened minds.

Tears fall down on us.


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