You’re like the reflection of the moon,
Blurry, mild and mysterious
The sorrow gets to you soon,
Please don’t go in this rush.

It will get to you in the end,
So stay here, as long as you can handle.
I can see your soul slowly bend,
Just as I watch this burned out candle.

Can’t believe I’m loosing a friend,
There are too many things untold
It’s painful to watch this withered hand
Shivering and turning cold.

You must be one of gods victim,
I wish it was someone else’s flesh.
Just imagine how the news will affect him,
your boy, a sudden end of happyness.

It takes bravery and courage,
to stand in a hurrycane like this.
Sometimes you’ll feel like locked up in a cage,
But at least you can leave with a goodbye kiss.

Kv. Tangarine