End!
We all think we have time, We all leave those breaking wine, We all burden the tomorrow, But few realize that it might hold sorrow. It's hard to accept and the hardest to let go, It's insane that we never saw those raven's claw, But when I saw those claw on the roof, I knew that now we had to gather one last troop. One last troop towards his grave, But this journey can only be carried by brave, To see loved ones bury their own love, What's more harder is to let go the memories of dove! No one could feel what it's like, Unless the blades cut their own spikes, Everyone around is happy indeed, But I wish his soul fulfilled all his deeds. May the loved ones become stronger than ever, May God bless them with his blessings forever.
