SICHTWEISEN

Sunday morning

Silent sunday morning
It's late November
The sky is still grey
Dew the sight
No sunshine wide and bright
My brother called me
Congratulation for my name celebration
A heartful singn
He told me about his friend
A sad message about his son
To early the young man died
Father has tears in his eyes.
Tragic destiny
Sad story it's true
My feelings are with you
Son dies before their father die one day
Death will come to everyone
Soon or later
Life is given us as an present in time
Keep us together in love above the dieing time
Hope behind this world you are waiting for us
Love will live forever.
Sunday morning in November

Zäzilia Mayr