Mourning For the last time I look at the stars in my ceiling
For the last time I see them glow in the evening
For the last time I hear the nightingale sing
For the last time I hear the telephone ring
Its my friend who want to know if Im okay
I say "I think Ill stay for one more day"
"So Ill see you then in the morning!"
She doesnt know, tomorrow is a day for mourning
Because I clearly hear the inner voice
Which tells me I dont have a choice
I must go to where I should be
Up there together, God and me
I know, Ill leave some mourning after
But I think that my death mostly will lead to laughter. |