Sitting alone and sad
Red roses in my hand
I am at your grave
Thinking of all the time we had
Did I say your grave?
But it’s for those who die
And you are a martyr
A God’s man so brave
Now you are in better place
Where no one can harm you
You sacrifice for a reason
And known with a grace
Both of us are bound
I am here and you are there
But whether living or dead
I know you are around…
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