Gone

Shame on the wind coming from mysteries,
Since it comes from somewhere we hate.
Shame on the power angels could fear,
Since it has nothing to do with our fate.

Forever your face shall be only a memory.
And the pictures desperate on the wall,
Turn to hide tears born from thy tragedy
Before the seraphs had orders to fall.

Widow screams from the pain you left,
Wailing from the moment she was alone.
Daughters and son search for the best,
But they know there's none, the time you're gone.