During the course of our lives,
Our minds may get old;
The truths that we keep,
The lies we are sold;

The light we keep here,
Deep ‘neath this rotting plane;
While in the darkness we cry,
Hide our faces in our shame;

Too few know how,
To start the light aglow;
That’s why we’re put here,
To listen and to know;

The voices sound long,
And in the darkness keep;
While the ones up above them,
Only mourn them and weep;

The dead give up the living,
Not the other way around;
We all have to die alone,
Our fates wait to be found;

The bitterest tears you cry,
Upon the graves are shed;
Are for deeds left undone,
And for words left unsaid;

We all lose someone dear,
And should always let them be;
I hope you won’t remember,
To hold and forget me…

To the one I've shared my love too… My heart goes out to you…

-Lute