Buried beneath the ashes
lie a once perfect soul
now all that is left is an empty hole
and a body full of coal
A wonderful life he led,
till the day he learned that soon he'd be dead
That day he lost everything,
from happiness, to hope,
he lost the way of knowing how to cope,
he felt like he was walking on a tight rope,
he was losing balance,
no longer stable,
no longer able,
Such a beautful soul,
now lived in constant sorrow,
knowing there could be no tomorrow,
he became so numb,
it seemed easier that way
and now he has to pay?
Maybe he is in heaven,
if that place really does exist,
Death is only the beginning,
of a never ending story
no matter how tragic
or wonderful it may be