There aren't words when someone drops in silence, there isn't justification or answer for the anger you feel, there aren't fellings for the amount of pain, the disillusionment, loneliness and mourning. And the world becomes smaller, the days become longer and life becomes meaningless.

Destiny plays with us and plays russian roulette with their lives... and wins. We could give our life, our soul for them 'cause their role is to go, our role is to stay, and it's a lifelong paper...

They stay alright, inside, in the deep, in the heart, in the memories, but that only conveys the illusion that we can reach them... And when we achieve the conscience tht our blood is still running we only wish that they play in heaven better than we survive in life, that their smile remains intact, and their mind remains awakened of our existence.

Play with the angels, wait for us until the end of our journey 'cause we'll meet again one day.

Death isn't our biggest lost, is what dies inside of those who live.