Dear Derry

i used to smell the fruity air out there
now all the trees are ,oh, so bare
within my recollection i crave for it
my head and i got brutally hit

while i remember my one best friend
and these times experienced a bitter end
all i wanted i achieved now
but still i am sitting in this clough

that was all i can see, completely blurred
"welcome back" was the last thing i heard
i know i am dead, i can see all the faces
of blood my face still bears traces