Here's a little story, about a little girl,
Once her eyes, were the brighest of them all...
Bless the kindness in your heart, Sister;
I never could love as vividly as you do...
unthinking
blank eyes...
Those freckled runes he carves
on his wrists...
I could feel the darkness all around, what awaited...
The body that night restless, confusion taking...
It was a peaceful house of worship,
A simple gathering, to praise his love...
Yesterday was a good day.
She held my hand, called me by name...
I slumber with Morpheus and he has his way with me...
Or so it seems in these waking dark dreams...
Having lived in Macclesfield for fifteen years...
Ian, I leave a lighter to light your darkest...
We laid him away low
I cried today first time in years...
The Angels came on a sunny day
to heaven you went...
Even if the heavens,
Where to replace all of the falling stars...