Where do you go when the whole worlds against you,
the dark empty void becomes something of a notion.
She was small, pretty in pink
As my eyes rose up and I saw her in this perfect place
In certain corners you can find
A sorry sound ring through my mind
A loss, a tragedy, a simple truth
maybe saved if noticed sooner.
Death is what we are.
It is our fear and our sorrow
Death is emotion,
The constant knowledge that everything ends