Upon a darkened shadow creeps,
its footsteps that so slowly sleek,
for all the rotten and forgotten sleeps.



To see your face once more.

And here the angels take with pride
a memory that’s lost inside.
But hear the angels all but lied.


To be with your face once more.

And now we lay you down to rest,
remaining always near our breast
as angels welcome their new guest.


Long to feel your face once more.

More and more sorrow is stilled,
that crept inside me to be chilled.
And the sun turned red when you were killed


As I SAW that face once more.