Yes,
I miss you...

I couldn't love her more
than I loved myself...

If I didn't know better,
would say you growing fast...

Life,
Precious as it might be...

Across the valleys and up the hills I walked,
down the lane of self destruction step by step I...

It was but a suicide note
left to direct the living...

The sunset paints my feelings
While the sky reflection represent my inner self...

Years ago my life was but faith
living each day with no hope for another...

I will gather every tear you ever shade
bathe in it for my soul to be cleansed...

It was but a suicide note
left to direct the living...

From afar I saw her,
face lit like sun...

There is intensified will to do right by others,
charming our thoughts for acceptance to multitude...