Fly

The sun gone
life moved on
but something
still remained

I carry it
everyday
deep down inside
nothing drained

It is my life
or my death
just a word
who decides?

I still cry
I still mourn
over the you
who resides

The road is long
just too long
to end myself
how can I?

Or is it just
my buried soul
all which needs
is to fly!