night-of-fairy-tales

My dear Father my father in heaven I don't mind the ways you planed for me I don't mind the rocks that are placed in my way I don't mind whatever's going on with me But ... what I do mind is the way you've chosen for my mother Beloved father, I know what I'm doing here and I'm ashamed of doing so But I can't stand it anymore I can't just watch silently and do nothing Every single day I'm losing my mother a bit more ... and more ... and more And it won't take much time 'til she's gone, for ever I can't accept what you expect to this tortured soul which every single time in her life just tried to do everything right I don't know anybody who i

>Death is a bad companion. >>He's always there. He's always by our side. >>>But I can't see him. >>>>>Well, I can see him leaving his traces on you. >>>>>>>When I look at you it's evident that he's accompanying us. >>>>>>>>But I never knew how close he really is - until the day >>>>>>>>>when you took a different path than me and death has >>>>>>>>>>become your visible companion. Rest In Peace 16.05.2014