Brightness ruled the morning
And no one thought of mourning.
A comrade in struggle had fallen.
The news stormed the atmosphere
As a silent thunderstorm
And broke our hearts
Like a thunder clap through the sky
He had visited again,
He had separated flesh and soul again.
He could not be defied this time.
And so he pushed him down the path of mortals.
We barely knew him...
And judging through
The windows of his soul,
He unmistakably had
A replica of our earth's heart.
But now he's gone.
Did we have to lose him like that?
Like sand through the
Fingers of an infant with tardiness.