I´m sitting on her grave and cry
believe she´s the lost ideal of my life.
Down on my knees cry and pray,
And now I know it was her only way.
Voices of black birds over me
Telling me the meaning :
She could´nt live in this cruel cold world,
`cause no one and nothing was there to hold.

With every tear I weap again, I try to scrutinize.
Her last decision was her only way – however was it right too?