She was everything,
her scent was his air
For the first time
his life was complete
That day he came home early from work
with a flower in his hand,
a little silly thing to show
she was always in his mind,
was always in his heart
The door's already opened
The tragedies of life,
get back free will,
breaking time to find yourself,
exhort the chill
The tragedies of life,
the worst of fears,
splinters crashing to the ground
like cristal tears
Some strange noises filled the air,
male clothing on the floor