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There´s a god who lived here on earth

A perfection of love and giving

An admired and praised man

With clean soul like the heaven´s core

Father… I cannot be happy…

Although I know you are fine enjoying the prize for serving well in life.

There´s a permanent feeling of sadness and desperation flooding myself.

There´s a guilty feeling because I could not save you.

Grief thorough the veins, dark are the days.

Desolating life showing its face…Its true face.

There´s a man who become a saint, a true idol a true War hero

Cruel disease hit him hard to death

Cruel is love since his absent then

The world was crumbling

While your ashes scattered over the sea

Such a pain seeing his wide smile only in dreams.

Why he is dead? He´d not finished life yet.

It Hurts to remember and even in joys.

It Hurts not to have not to hold my god

Those days you have raised or when you have suffered,

The life that you made…Forgive to your son

Just wish you to find me when I disappear from this world

Lyrics by The Faceless