I´m sitting on her grave and cry believe she´s the lost ideal of my life. Down on my knees cry and pray, And now I know it was her only way. Voices of black birds over me Telling me the meaning : She could´nt live in this cruel cold world, `cause no one and nothing was there to hold. With every tear I weap again, I try to scrutinize. Her last decision was her only way - however was it right too?