Disreflect - Rest

hmmm... schwere kost...
wird den wenigsten gefallen...

There was no limit to our pride
Now there's a desert black and white
Wonder how and what you'd do
While all our fortune rest with you

And so we celebrate your day
By visiting your decorated grave
All these flowers full of life
They'd been cut down by that knife

I miss your laughter and your grace
And seeing pleasure in your face
Time's now filled with emptiness
While our love for you remains

And god tells there would be sense
I can't live in that pretense
All that beauty you'd never see
What kind of fortune should that be