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Whisper In The Wind

Do not come to my grave and cry, 
I am not here, I am in the sky.
I am that diamond that flies so high, 
The bird that sings
That calms your mind.

Do not come to my grave and cry, 
You are not alone, 
I am by your side.
Never far, always near, 
To wipe away that salty tear.

Do not come to my grave and cry, 
I am not here, I am in the sky.
I am that diamond that flies so high, 
The bird that sings, 
The whisper in the wind; 
That calms your mind.

Copyright © Sergio Roiatti | Year Posted 2009



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My Shining Star

I wrote you a letter
And it sounded something like this.
I wrote it with care
Because I know how much I will miss your kiss.
Tears may fall like the dew drops in the morning
But it’s your smile that I ask you keep-
Don’t give way to mourning.

Don’t fear for where I am
For I am living a dream: 
Allowing you to be the true Angel you are; 
And no matter what, you’ll always be
My shining star
That I look up to for hope.
More beautiful than the Sun setting behind the distant hills; 
More mysterious than the stars
That line the dark night
And greater than anything this world has ever seen.

Maybe we will meet again.
In a better place, another time, 
Where the grass grows greener
And where our Love can never die.

But until that day arrives; 
And I will count every second that goes by without you in my arms.
I want you to know how much I will miss your kiss, 
And that my tears fall like the dew drops in the morning
Without you here by my side.
But don’t give way to tears.
For you are my shining star, 
More beautiful than the Sun
And my most precious gift from God.

Always keep this letter, 
For it is worth a lifetime of Love.
And remember you are never alone, 
As my heart belongs to you and with yours alone.

Copyright © Sergio Roiatti | Year Posted 2009

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No Longer

I am no longer what I used to be,
No longer strong; no longer free.
I’m not worthy of your Love,
You are my angel sent down from above.

Please forgive me,
For all that I said
As no one will ever be able to comprehend;
What goes on inside my head.

I don’t know why I do what I do;
But all that mattered,
Is that I,
Was with you.

I don’t suffer from insomnia,
I suffer from myself.
These deep, dark secrets that fuel my fire:
But you are my only desire.

I’m forever driving down the highway of Love,
Ignoring the signals sent down from above;
It was a full moon that night,
Just me and you,
No one else in sight.

Not even the stars could shine as bright,
Not even the Sun;
You were truly my only one.

I am no longer what I used to be,
No longer strong; no longer free.
Please forgive me for what I have said,
And what goes on inside my head.
I’ll never know why I do what I do,
But nothing else mattered when I was with you.

These deep, dark secrets that fuel my fire:
I now have no more desire.

I’ll forever be driving down the highway of Love,
Ignoring the signals sent down from above;
It was a full moon that night,
Just me and you,
No one else in sight.
You’re no longer going to be with me, and I’ll no longer be free;
I wasn't worthy of your Love,
As you were my angel sent down from above.
And I've always wondered what to say to someone who’s going to die,
But this time, I’ll stick to:
I Love you, goodbye…

Copyright © Sergio Roiatti | Year Posted 2009

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Unorthodox Love

To My One and Only Love, 

I tried to fall asleep, I just kept shaking; 
‘Cos every time I close my eyes, 
I feel your heart’s mine for the taking.

I’m lost in my dreams, 
Reality is no good to me.
Falling faster into dementia, 
Allowing this euphoria to take over.

My brain’s having spasms, 
I’m no longer in control, 
Here you stand next to me, but still, I feel all alone.
Nowhere to go, nowhere to stay, 
I guess my mind’s just running away.

No longer sober, no longer sane, 
This is a drug; a personal dose of cocaine.
I’m free from my troubles, 
You are my only concern.
I’m free from my pain, 
Life is no longer a continuous burn.

So here I am in this state of euphoria, 
Falling faster and faster into this so-called dementia; 
I try to fall asleep, I just keep shaking, 
I can feel your heart, and it’s mine for the taking; 
No longer sober, no longer sane; 
You are a drug; 
My personal dose of cocaine.

Copyright © Sergio Roiatti | Year Posted 2009

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Mum

You can’t cry, 
I may not be there, 
But it’s not goodbye.
I know you care, 
And so do I.
But the time has come, 
For me to take to the sky; 
To see what I can do, 
In this world on my own.
But the place where you and Dad lie
Will forever be my true home.
Try not to worry too much, 
I’ll do my best to make you proud, 
And all I can say is: 
I don’t plan to be just another face in the crowd.

Copyright © Sergio Roiatti | Year Posted 2009



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Red Roses

Do not stand here by my side, 
I am not here, I am in your mind.
Do not stand there, weak and sad, 
Not a thing can bring me back.

Do not stand here by my side, 
I am not here, I have left you behind.
Not a thing can bring me back, 
Not even a salty tear, but trust me, there is nothing to fear.

As you stand here, right by my side, 
I see the pain you cannot hide, 
All the moments, those times you cried; 
The pain I’ve caused still engulfs your mind.

I used to stand here, right by your side, 
But great memories fill my mind.
We stood together, strong and free, 
It was Love, just you and just me.

I will forever stand here, right by your side, 
I am that chill running down your spine, 
The voice that guides you, that rules your mind; 
That stole your heart, and left you behind.

You come and stand here, right by my side, 
Every year you come, and each time you cry.
I see that pain you cannot hide, 
Yet our great memories fill your mind.
Memories of when we stood together, strong and free, 
It was Love, only you and only me.

For five years ago, on this day, we should have wed, 
But God came down to earth and took me instead.
My gravestone says that I belong to you, 
And there is nothing else as true; 
For one day, we will stand together, strong and free, 
It will be Love, just you and only me…

Copyright © Sergio Roiatti | Year Posted 2009

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Scars and Stitches

I have no inspiration, 
No more desire.
I feel no drive, no will, as if I’m about to expire.
My mind it wanders, to all sorts of places.
I have memories of people, 
But still, I can’t remember their faces.

My dreams don’t thrill me, 
My thoughts bring me pain.
All of this suffering, 
Just drives me insane.
My friends have forgotten me, 
My family are distant.
My life feels fragile at this very instant.

“Take me away, ” I say, 
As I look up to the sky.
I live in pain, 
But still you watch me cry.
I cannot fight these thoughts anymore, 
This agony, I can no longer endure.
This world that promised me nothing but riches, 
Gave me nothing but numb scars and unforgettable stitches.

I no longer walk with you, 
My knees gave in under the pressure.
My brain was drowning in thoughts of depression, 
And my heart couldn’t take this horrible tension.
I cried for help; this cry went unanswered.
So I take myself away to make these deaf ears listen, 
To the ones they ignore and the love and hope that goes missing.

I have no inspiration, 
No more desire.
My dreams they bore me, 
I feel I’m about to expire.
“Take me away, ” I say, 
As I look up to the sky.
This world it promised me riches, 
But gave me nothing but numb scars and unforgettable stitches.
A world where the great they fall, and the evil grow tall; 
All I can do is hope that one day those deaf ears will finally listen.

For tonight I get to see the light, 
And leave these scars and stitches behind.
Finally, I have a will, a very desire, 
But sadly it leads to my own expiration.
But at least, finally, I have an inspiration…

Copyright © Sergio Roiatti | Year Posted 2009

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An Old Memory

I killed myself yesterday.
I gave it all away.
I needed to hear it from you, 
But instead you pushed me away.

I needed to know if you believed in me.
I needed to know if you could see.
What I had become; 
If I was what you wanted me to be.

I sat there for hours, 
As you criticised me.
Blamed me for things, even though you did not see, 
That I had become who you wanted me to be.

I took myself away, not because of hate, 
But because I needed your belief, 
So I could feel complete.
And now that I’m gone away from you, I can complete myself
And you’ll be nothing but an old memory.

So I leave this note for you my dear lover, 
And ask you not to hate.
For my love wasn’t good enough
To satisfy your taste.
And I leave you with these words, which will forever ring in your ears: 
I will always love you my dear…

Copyright © Sergio Roiatti | Year Posted 2009

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By The Time

By the time you read this, I’m going to be far away, 
Consumed by thoughts; I was too afraid to say, 
How cold I felt, deep down inside.
My pain I just could not hide.

By the time you read this, I’m going to be alone, 
Wandering around, hiding from the cold.
You thought you knew me, and in fact you did, 
But in the end, there’s no excuse for what was said.

By the time you read this, I’m going to be sleeping, 
Hiding in my dreams, while my nightmares creep in.
Your face haunts me deep down inside, 
For your beauty still engulfs my mind.

By the time you read this, I’m going to be far away, 
Consumed by thoughts; I was too afraid to say, 
How cold I felt, deep down inside.
My pain I just could not hide.
For on this day I cry, 
I wonder how I let you die...

Copyright © Sergio Roiatti | Year Posted 2009

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I See The Light

Do not fight me, I am about to die, 
Hold my hand; watch me cry.
Do not leave me, do not go, 
Like my mother did years ago.

I need you here, 
By my side; 
Hold my hand; let me cry.
Give me love, please do not hate.
I could not decide my own fate.

Take my hand, hold me tight; 
I don't think I'll make it through the night.
Thank-you for your love and tears, 
Those sleepless nights; 
Those candle-lit dinners.
Thank-you for everything, my lover, 
Thank-you for it all.

For it is night, 
But I; can see the light.

Copyright © Sergio Roiatti | Year Posted 2009