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A gust of wind, rustling through the trees

People keep saying, that you finally found your peace

How could they know, they will never see

To have one’s whole life rendered to debris

Where are you now

Where have you gone

Your soul resides

In the great beyond

The Angel of Death, left me here alone

Bereaved and broken-hearted

Now all that’s left, is your cold tombstone

And a wreath for the departed

A silent stream, of days that come and go

Nothing matters now, I don’t care and I don’t know

Is there a point for me to keep going on

I live in the darkest night, is there ever a dawn?

Is there a point for me to keep going on

I live in the darkest night, is there ever a dawn?

Remember how it used to be

Remember the days of you and me

Still talking, but there’s no reply

The only word repeating is “why”

Is there a point for me to keep going on

I live in the darkest night, is there ever a dawn?

Is there a point for me to keep going on

I live in the darkest night, is there ever a dawn?