Yesterday
The low spirits have broken its wingsThe high pitched shouts fly arounds the air
Sing all along, sing
Aloud yet powerfully
The broken heart into the million pieces
The tears, falling down his face, scream out loud
There's no peace
His figure into an earthquake
His memories, his scars
Breakdown around his brother and uncle
Oh, they are in too far
Like there's no tomorrow
The memories in the past are the scars
They cannot be forgettable
Nothing wishes upon a star
To erase yesterday
July 6, 2009
R.I.P.
Dearest Father
Scott Anthony Schwatz
1966-2008
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