Like an angel who with death has been blessed.
She lays there,
The sun bathing her golden hair,
Trapped in glass, her pale tone catches my eyes,
And it only seemed like yesterday we had been in paradise.
Why did you have to go,
My brilliant angel?
I wanted to take you down the wedding isle,
Why did you leave me to suffer, beloved, living in denial?
I had such beautiful dreams of kissing you,
And you loving me back too.
It was too..
It was too soon..
You shouldn't have died in that cold, lifeless night,
God's creatures appear in light,
Why has the Lord cursed you with spitting your own body's juice,
Why has he stolen my chance to love you, too?
And they cry, they all cry,
As these wretched hours, seconds go by,
They all wished that it was them in the coffin,
To be able to stile gaze upon you from above, where you are,
From the heavens.