A promise from my Coffin..

All faces seem so familiar,

every friend is today depressed,

every eye is shedding a tear,

everyone's sad, whosoever present here..

A crowd full of sad faces,

yet I feel some absence,

everything today would have been perfect,

in the crowd if you were present..

Few strong hands pick me high,

to make me reach a world in the sky,

A good-bye I wish I could have said,

but I sleep sound in my bed of death..

I make a promise from my coffin,

I will wake up and walk till the end,

All I wait is for one voice,

open your lips and call my name..