Walking aimless in eternal mysery
I came upon a great mystery-
A hidden pathway in a hill
Gave my senses a big thrill.
And so I followed the path 'till the top
And found a graveyard in the stop.
The icy earth swung blind and blackening
I saw nothing which was frightening.
While roaming I began to remember
All the things we did in December,
Like the names carved upon the tree
And other things before he left me.
In the graveyard I cry tears of sorrow.
Oh! How I wish there was no tomorrow!
Without him here there is no meaning
And no reason for believing,
There is no purpose to stay alive
The best thing I shall do is to die.