Called is the gold of dreams
Held by a mind and heart
Quiet is now, he who sleeps
Where do one now start?
To speak of a life
So young and bright
How the writing is bold
For it is seen of gold
And written of gold
Now he lies silent with a permanent smile
Leaving behind shattered dreams of his mother's cries.
Called is the gold that
Once held precious
For now it returns to ground
Farewell and be proud
For he has been build on pressure
Farewell
Farewell
Tekkie (T.Leeuw)