I can see every part of you giving into the grey
I can hear it in your voice
In last months news that you recount for me once again
In the softness of your beard and life bruised brow
I can shake your hand and you can tell me something important
I can´t breathe to believe you´d really suffer
As you swaggered invincible most of your life
Yet you passed into the swamp of fear and confusion
And my goodbye was somewhere lost over the pacific
Sinking as you let go of your life
I accepted it all conforming to the low intensity emotion
Far from your deathbed as the world coughed and spluttered
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