What is more saddening?
To be unable to see you for the last time
Or to leave no flowers at your grave.
When others returned at recovery,
I had hopes you will too
The day turned black;
Deafening silence around
Wishing all I heard would be untrue
It was when the soul was taken from you.
It seems like you are out,
Would be coming home late
Even if I waited a hundred years
My misery would remain in its actual state.
For the lifetime I will question why
You couldn't get a proper funeral
Since then I started wearing black
For that day it couldn't happen so
Lucky are those who get to mourn at people's grave
Rather than having none
Where shall I place the rose of our eternal love?
Where shall I...