The sky's been painted with shades of death.
The message was written all too vaguely.
Something [bad word] to an end, a pre-recorded fate hanging overhead.
We all knew that this day [bad word]  we just waited mournfully.

As sheets of sheer black covered our coast,
time stopped and the ringing phone ensued soft whispers,
and gentle tears came through the electrical wires.

Your eyes were closed
and we all hoped that your dreams were just beautiful
as you slipped out  of our grasp.

The sky has opened up for your soul
we held our heads high towards the sky.
We won't forget, we won't let go...
your stories will be told...