You . . .

Can you see me as I see you
We fade as flowers die
dark and cold you step away
The soul, it makes a sigh

The black crow stare why me? I die
Just me, not real, just grief
be gone misty life this is not true
as ships hits a great reef

Turn away to flee from here
Would I stop you? Could I?
Long live the burning heart I hear
My grave is where I lie