8 acessos
I'm calling off the search
Accepting defeat
Too many pieces are missing
The jig-saw puzzle of life
Is incomplete
Carve the stone
You're losing me
I'm a riddle
Never to be solved
When the cold soil
Welcomes me
To rest my bones
Peace will be mine
Prepare the coffin
Dig the grave
Somewhere desolate
I'm facing the end
Where i begun...and stayed
- the furthest from grace
Carve the stone
You're losing me
Death holds a secret
That i'm soon to know