acrylic colors, A3
With every moon it is as though you're getting closer to your soul
And then you go alone and with no fear
Then you will know
That it was like this before we had to go
And you will find that you were blind
Until you saw these lights glowing in your nights
He came your way
And when he had to go
There were roses growing in the snow
Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul
But you know it was like this before we had to go.
You will never see these lights
Glowing in your nights
If you don't know
And there are roses growing in the snow.
This is for my grandfather who had to go in January...