All alone
In a corner of such safety do we fill with sorrow.
Even more whilst the others dance
Again more as breath became short and the light seemed to fade
All That could be done
Was nothing.
For it had fallen to late.
The wind will blow as it forever does
The fog will come like it does everywhere a new soul is forgotten.
The others dance and sing with such delight and leave at early night.
But do not bring the soul but rather leave it
To be on its own
For many years it is to roam.
