Candle light ghosts,
everyone holds.
My world is a drawing of grief,
but I lack emotions to such belief.
Fallen soldier,
Seventh I count,
will the pain end, I doubt.
One tear drop,
they will send me to grief group.
I remain unshaken,
while my grief is awaken.
I'm broken,
wish I had you to talk to,
can't my heart is dead frozen.
