Farewell - Pik

Already yesterday

Like a proud bird

You faced the problems of your days

Which cut scars deep inside

While the way of your life

Your aims were maybe quite in reach

Dreams which grind winds

Wrapped with the warmth of memories

Drifting somewhere

In a murderous fight with demon cancer

Which insolently has broken inside

But you do not bow

In spite of inflicted wounds

When death knocks on your door

Invites you to unknown ways

When death stands at your door

You raise up your hand and proudly live