Forlorn (part II)

The strings that hold me here are slowly losing the grip. 
The flames of immense grief 
burn deep inside of me. 

Slowly I vanish in the mist. 
Trembling in the darkness 
that keeps away the light 
from my sad eyes. 

The strings that hold me here are slowly loosing the grip. 
The flames of immense grief 
burn deep inside of me. 

Now I am drifting away with the winds 
towards eternity. 
Will I remain?