The rock I leaned upon
Carried the name of my family.
The arms that held me tightly
Belonged to my family.
The voice that called out to me
During the hard times
Came from the lips of my family.
And I walked down the path of life
Holding the hands of my family.
But so sadly, I am now dead,
For Death has no family,
And Death has no feelings,
And Death is indifferent to a family bond.
In this darkness, that is my new home,
In this darkness, that is neither Heaven nor Hell,
I smile when I think of my family,
But I also cry, for my eyes will never see them again.