The wind carries the thought of despair and the whispers of your name.
Through a house with anger running through the walls, seeping into floors, and bleeding through furniture.
Alongside the anger runs a layer of sadness, for the house is empty.
Books with hollow words, clothes with worn in memories, awards with no meaning left.
Cologne that lingers in hallways and rooms, that doesn't seem to leave
One less son, one less voice, one more empty bed.
A magnificent man, climbing higher than ever before, fell through the fingers of life.
One single moment and his light was gone.
Slipped through the touch of us, pulling our hearts along.
Souls touched by his love, for we cannot forget.
Time will move on, but stands still with the thought of you.
No one can forget, for we love you.
