The sky's been painted with shades of death

The message was written all too vaguely

Something was coming to an end, a pre-recorded fate hanging overhead

We all knew that this day would come, we just waited mournfully

As sheets of sheer black covered our coast

Time stopped and the ringing phone ensued soft whispers

And gentle tears came through the electrical wires

Your eyes were closed and we all hoped that your dreams were just beautiful as you slipped out of our grasp

The sky had opened up for your soul we held our heads high towards the sky

We won't forget, we won't let go...your stories will be told......