My Search for freedom, always lead me to you.

Maybe you were the answer, I was looking for.

Maybe I always knew, about you.

But could not come to, believe in you.

Cause I mocked all those people, that embraced your warmth.

Deep down being jealous, as to why is wasn’t me.

Maybe we were not meant to be, but maybe we are now?

The name people given you, Oh my dear love, Death.