A little song I have written
Your Final Goodbye
Last night I dreamed the saddest dream I ever dreamed,
I saw you standing there with your back towards me me slowly turning around.
You told me it is time for you to go.
You told me it is time for me to let you go. That I will be okay without you.
And then you just walked away.
I Cried
I Screamed
Please stay here with me.
But you just looked at me with a sad smile
Telling me, This is your final good bye.
Next morning I woke up, noticing my cheeks, all wet with tears.
Walking trough the apartment wish never felt so empty... without your laughter.
I really tried to sense you, but it was just like a tomb.
I broke down crying, calling out your name in vain.
Feeling the gaping hole in me, I can barely breath.
I Cried
I Screamed
Please stay here with me.
But you just looked at me with a sad smile
Telling me, This is your final good bye.
Later that day I visited your grave, touching those inscriptions on that cold stone.
Thinking back on when you drew you last breath, did you even knew I was there?
Or was the tumor to far gone?
Suddenly I felt the gentle breeze from the wind, caressing my cheek.
Maybe... I will be okay one day.
Last night I dreamed the saddest dream I ever dreamed,
I saw you standing there with your back towards me me slowly turning around.
You told me it is time for you to go.
You told me it is time for me to let you go. That I will be okay without you.
And then you just walked away.
I Cried
I Screamed
Please stay here with me.
But you just looked at me with a sad smile
Telling me, This is your final good bye.
Next morning I woke up, noticing my cheeks, all wet with tears.
Walking trough the apartment wish never felt so empty... without your laughter.
I really tried to sense you, but it was just like a tomb.
I broke down crying, calling out your name in vain.
Feeling the gaping hole in me, I can barely breath.
I Cried
I Screamed
Please stay here with me.
But you just looked at me with a sad smile
Telling me, This is your final good bye.
Later that day I visited your grave, touching those inscriptions on that cold stone.
Thinking back on when you drew you last breath, did you even knew I was there?
Or was the tumor to far gone?
Suddenly I felt the gentle breeze from the wind, caressing my cheek.
Maybe... I will be okay one day.
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