(Sorrow
turned
into
hate.
Anger
became
a
thread,
to
climb
with
faith.
Tasting
the
life
she
shed)"Time
will
heal"
they
told
him
-
just
if
they
knew
his
pain.
"Time
kills!"
he
whispered.
Not
a
word:
they
watched
him
leave
again.
Grief
need
not
her
grave
-
nothing
left
to
save.
She
went
up
with
the
sunrise
that
day,
planned
her
future
as
every
day.
Spent
her
last
minutes
in
tomorrows
she
would
never
experience.
Live
your
life
each
day,
meet
the
tides
my
friend.
We're
all
nomads
forever
on
our
way:
a
journey
to
the
end!
(She
walked
there
every
day
without
even
knowing
it
was
the
place
to
which
she
was
going)If
you
knew
the
number
of
the
steps
you
would
ever
take,
bitter
I
wonder:
would
you
run
or
cease
to
walk?
For
her
sake
he
lived
-
nothing
more
to
give.
Looking
back
now,
he
could
have
saved
her
but
there's
no
one
left
to
save
him.
'Cause
we're
all
walking
in
tomorrows
we
may
never
experience.
Live
your
life
each
day,
meet
the
tides
my
friend.
We're
all
nomads
forever
on
our
way:
a
journey
to
the
end!
[daniel
magdic]
[daniel
gildenlow]
So
now
he
has
knowledge
but
what
has
he
won?
All
pages
are
empty
-
he's
already
gone.
He
lost
what
he
lived
for
and
losses
won't
mend:
alive
just
to
enter
a
journey
beyond
the
end.