The sky's been painted with shades of death
The message was written all too vaguely
Something was coming to an end, a pre-recorded fate hanging overhead
We all knew that this day would come, we just waited mournfully
As sheets of sheer black covered our coast,
time stopped and the ringing phone ensued soft whispers,
and gentle tears came through the electrical wires
Your eyes were closed and we all hoped that your dreams were just beautiful as you slipped out of our grasp
The sky had opened up for your soul we held our heads high towards the sky
We won't forget, we won't let goyour stories will be told