For a course of leave With a mood festive when all were preparing for, I know you too were trying...
You longed for life. So you asked your fate - but we hoped against hope, tried to pull you up from the decaying slope. I never knew that I was always lying.
You longed for life for a little long; So you never failed to believe the hopeful song - "You must overcome, hale and hearty you will become. You will overcome." Oh no! You were dying.
My hope died, all attempts failed. Around a bunch of strangers sure you scanned for kin of trust, with many wishes left unuttered you breathed your last.
Festival was then on with my love forever gone. On corpus we shed tears while your soul found its heavenly goal - on Earth we stayed to mourn.
