Where they grow in the dark
The shadows that wake up
Roam through the obsession
Of those who do not find the light
A name sculpted in gold
On his coffin
And when the darkness
Hides the memory
The eyes stop listening
His crying
A trail of blood
On the wall
And a body on the bed
Under the Winter Sun
Your eyelids still have to hold
The tear that must fall
On the lips of those
Who waited for eternity
But found the end