The minutes went on and on... After a distance, another appears.
An unfinishing journey sort of.
The grief in my heart contains emptiness.
On this spacious realm, i lie...
What can be done is done

I tried to keep the picture safe and sound in mind.
The picture of the loss i've buried in...

See the wind consoling nature...
She was there lying in the deepest pit of neglect.
But another story was told... Like a witness bearing the truth,
Who couldn't gather her own nerves to testify...
To someone who's breaking before her own eyes

The longest moments in the last of days.
The meanest pain to face...
She was looking for a turn in that end.
Unfortunately, she died a cruel death.

I'm talking about death...
I'm grieving... For the one i use to trust my feelings with.
She's watched me smile, seen me cry...
Tasted my tears, understood my fears...
But i let her down when all of it comes to her.
By right, i should be the one cast down.
The truth are written in an alienated language...
For the heart only speaks to heart.

No proper burial to ease her pain,
To bury her trace... Totally exposed.
All because i couldn't afford time.