I'm falling as you fall too,
Our feet can't touch the ground.
Nowhere to hide,
Just want to cry.
I land on my feet,
but you are still in the sky.
Still falling and not afraid,
Death is before you.
There you are laid in your tomb,
It is a sorrowful sight indeed.
I fall to my knees,
As I whisper into the air,
"I love you,"
"And miss you too."
Farewell, until the end of my days.
I will see you then.