Sixteen, Black Sunday

Sixteen, Black Sunday
The corner where they died
a momument for life
the withered flowers are still
where I laid them down
so hard to visualize
what went wrong that day
it's crazy to realize
I am still alive


Evil forces explain your deed
why did they suffer and die


As I walk towards
the graves of my friends
I think back and smile
at the beautiful times we had


So they left me here
I'm all alone
the question arises
will I follow or will I stay