• at friday night,
    it's been a fight
    after the flight
    i can't feel my sight

    when i walked on
    i think i'm gone
    no one looks,
    no one glances
    for there's so many faces

    my family cried
    when i arrived
    they did not listen
    to the words i've spoken

    i felt guilt and anger
    and a lot of hunger
    for their attention
    i'm now full of confusion

    i walked away
    with the clouds whom is gray
    there's nothing left to say
    but forgiveness as i pray

    but then i thought for so long,
    leaving them is wrong.
    so i walked alone
    thinking why im gone

    when i got back,
    there is no one there
    but flowers of papers whom i stare
    i felt sadness in my heart i bare....

    but when i looked in the road,
    people align
    i felt that it was a sign
    of the freedom of mine

    my family was there,
    hugged them i dare
    but all i know....
    is that they are in tears.

    to the cemetery,
    goes everybody
    just to bury
    my dead and poor body.

    it all happened
    when the flight dissented.
    and i died
    crying without them by my side....... crying