There are angels crying
And babies afraid
I veil my eyes after loosing you.
It was not your fight, or your strength,
but your faith that I followed.
- dear boy, do not hold the candle so slanted
I followed you
In a windy path of silver birches
And rows of street kids in the forest city
- No! Don’t break off the wax, my darling
Whisper in the wind! Be there, even as dust!
I will remember you with your golden spark
- This flame is your hope, dear boy, guard it well.
Once is forever. When I see, I see memories
So fly, my dear, my angel, my only