"A morte é a ladra que leva as pessoas para sempre quando ainda há coisas para dizer e fazer..." (AnaLu* Catarino)"You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered. . .
You were once a friend and father
Then my world was shattered. . .
Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near. . .
Sometimes it seems if I just dreamed,
Somehow you would be here. . .
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would. . .
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could. . .
Passing bells and sculpted angels,
Cold and monumental,
Seem, for you,the wrong companions
You were warm and gentle. . .
(...)
Wishing you were somehow here again. . .
Knowing we must say goodbye. . .
Try to forgive, teach me to live. . .
Give me your strength to try. . .
No more memories,no more silent tears. . .
No more gazing across on wasted years. . .
Help me say... goodbye."
