Tears are rolling over my face,
while i'm drowning in pain.
Drowning in the black tears of death;
where i've been left behind.
Hate the fact I have to walk alone,
without you by my side.
Hate the fact that you are gone;
but i can feel your nearby pride.
I can still notice you around me,
and i can still hear your voice;
But to face every moment without you,
seems to be the only choice.
.
Rust In Vrede, Opa Olfje