Gott weiß, ich will ein Engel sein

All my friends are dead

 

 

I go to him

Stepping over scattered pieces

 

Run my fingers over his cheek

Smoothing the ragged edges

 

As he breathes his last

Soon he leaves me, moving to the next place

 

Before he goes he sees me

Sorrowful soul attempting comfort

 

All my friends are dead

Seconds mark our time together

 

 

They never stay long

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