No more fears down on the bleeding soil, no doubts in the owl’s eyes. Tight throat and resigned, I feel your breath over my shoulder.
In my memories I will remember the love you gave, I will remember the joy you have known. I feel life through death’s breath.
When I’m stuck in the mud of the real away from your loving eyes. I will go back to this place, and close mine.
And I will find solace in the simple fact that I know you. And I will find solace, in knowing you.
Don’t escape those pictures on the wall, your last smile, familiar scent. Don’t annihilate them and accept the absence. The only way to keep you close to me.
And I will find solace in the simple fact that I know you. And I will find solace, in knowing you.