"How terrible it is,
To love something death could touch.
A sliver of emotion,
Yet death takes it away,
Takes all of him, in turn takes all of you.
It only is a universal truth
That you do not value unless it is gone,
And you are left with regrets
And promises are left empty."
To love something death could touch.
A sliver of emotion,
Yet death takes it away,
Takes all of him, in turn takes all of you.
It only is a universal truth
That you do not value unless it is gone,
And you are left with regrets
And promises are left empty."
