April Has Come

She walked upon the grave

Through the bridge of black crates

time to say goodbye as you blossom into old age

Kiss the dirt, hold the roses of a widowed man

and he will hold you one last time

feeling the cold ring on your frozen hand

No lantern and no light could set the passage way

but the eyes of your soul were the only things that didn't stay

Rising in the shade of a large oak tree

shedding bark, shedding life

the clouds rain tears of a lonely wife

The sun is falling onto the sea

it is time to move along with the wind 

when your lover whispers a poisonous tone

its time to move on, time to begin