So tell me when I die,
why I won't travel through
the other dimension,
it is because I've seen too many
people I love go, and I wont
cross that road, because
as time went on there were
more people still alive
that I still have to watch over.
Death wasn't the end for me,
for I am still alive watching over them
silent like a butterfly,
wings to the sky
an angel in light.
I wonder if they'll remember me,
I wonder if I'll ever leave,
but maybe time was too short to go
I want to see where the wind blows,
I want to see all the tomorrows
because this ghost won't live heartless,
... but if my memory fades away,
if I stay... promise me everyone in
heaven's okay, because I won't be
coming there way... these wings will
exist here flying till their last days,
then I'll walk to the end of the world
with loneliness, and I will fade away.
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