Love lost is better than no love at all.

Except when that love makes you fall,

Between the symbols of life and death.

The only link is a single breath.

The smell of roses, mingled with rain,

False smiles and laughter hide the pain

That lurks underneath layers in the mind.

The knowledge in life is all we’ll ever find.

So we stand at the head of your grave,

Not mourning, just thinking of endless days.