Abandoned myself to the grief
So the grief had decided
Always wearing black
The grief always returned back
The blossoms of the flowers counted the time
Here as the church chimes still were belling
It would be a long, long way to the silver throne
I would walk alone
There were no sun
So the dark night had begun
Cloudy mood followed me on the way
I was ready for the fray
Always felt weak and tired
I would never give up to seek
The silver throne-my place to mourn
To exchange grief and to be comforted
The dark tones of a death march sounded
Skeletons requested me for the dance of death
They spoke under the breath
I kept walking along the trail
While my lips still were red, they turned into pale
The area was covered in ice
The cold discomforted also the young titmice
The wings of them almost froze
I brought a white rose to my place to mourn
I knelt at the silver throne and spoke to the statue of the queen
The pain decreased and the grief still remained
I told my good-byes
Tears streamed from my eyes
I stood up and laid the white rose beside the statue
I will always miss you!
Gedenken an meine Oma!
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