The Moon is creeping over the hill
I feel its power growing in me
Ive seen your face in the dim water
I touch your face,It is cold
And while I touch your humble face,I feel your cold embrace
The watery grave grows
Shwallow with fears
And I sit like a dying leaf
My ear is deaf
My face full of tears
I´ve once open my Eyes
Wondering your still beside me
And I look at the dim water
The water is disturbed with thoughts of you
I remember your eyes so blue
Your smile full of cheers
I´ve once again touch your humble face,It still cold and the wind blows on my face
As is it a sweet kiss of you
My dreams had been burned
My hope flew away
My fears lay ahead of me
And All had been turn into a Nightmare...
written by R.W.
