In a crowded house with loved ones,
The sound of a clock was ticking.
Fearing the sound of the silence , as it brought,
Depressed I was sleeping.
I saw my sister in tears in darkness.
My loved ones were there,
In a morrow of sadness.
I was told to step away,
For the being sad would get worse.
And the image of departure,
Held an empty glass with a thirst.
Now and then I remember it so true,
Wishing it a sad dream
But it all came true.
I think I never cried.
My dream, to make me, it tried.
I was never there when you left.
In my nights you died when I slept.
Over and over now you leave me.
This simple life that you give me.
Missing you the days before I die,
I turn to you and say goodbye.