the pain and suffering burned,
as I failed the ones I loved,
wanting to be burried in my grave,
I shed the tears of pain,
now in the darkness of my lies,
I am to suffer alone,
more tears fall now I am dead,
wait there is a call,
a cry for help,
knowing the voice I sit up in my grave,
to find my family there moruning their loss,
tears filling my eyes again,
but they do not burn,
they are tears of joy,
for that I have once again,
found my family loves me,
now together again I smile