Through the Grave

Through the Grave

I was sleeping well before you came and woke me
In dead silence, your voice echoes in my head
You deserved better scenery, not to see this
To visit this sorrow place, where I lie in my grave bed

Your touch is still so smooth like a feather
I can still feel it though this grave stone
Now that I am here and you are there 
Remember my name when you are alone

Don’t let regret be your best friend
As blame will not bring me back 
Sure it was warm in here, but now I feel warmer
Cause of that tear that fell from your eye

I wish to be with you, but that is impossible now
Neither I can come back to life, nor I want you to die.


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