• Mind is deceased,

    What could be?

    Left of me?

    But there I see your shadow,

    In the scarlet dawn,

    You pull me form my sadness,

    And destract me with your heart,

    But I fear that I,

    Must say goodbye,

    For sadness does not destract,

    As you do,

    It breaks my heart to say goodbye,

    But I must find my mind,

    There is a place,

    Where I belong,

    Until I find,

    It,

    I must cry.