We held a funeral
for a piece of her
that lived
only in darkness.
Despair
was dying
her dreams lay
above clouds,
a comet
only comes once.
The ladder
goes on, and on, and on,
into infinity
with wings
I fly to you.
We held a funeral
for a piece of her
that lived
only in darkness.
Despair
was dying
her dreams lay
above clouds,
a comet
only comes once.
The ladder
goes on, and on, and on,
into infinity
with wings
I fly to you.
