• Falling downward
    licked by fire
    Full of life
    yet so dead

    Feel the cold breath
    now with mire
    keep the strife
    no regrets in head

    Weak are the dead
    not for cries
    the strong see our life
    kept back by the end.

    We are the leaves
    tree stands higher
    cut by the knife
    and to the ground we fled.