The Last Day Of The Dead
By Mario Varela

The idea of the bird like crow turns my heart and lets me cry.

 
emotions aren't hard to show waiting for the land of the dead, waiting to die. 

this is how the world shall end. 

love on my side with a crow as a friend 

let me love you on this last ride 

this is what I promise if you meet me on the other side 

you live in my heart and stay as an angel 

flying away with me is the only way to go 

whistle your love in my bleeding ear 

so I won't forget why I shed these tears 

whistle your thoughts of the last day 

so we would never forget of the last games we played 

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