Goodbye

You know what they say for the dead,
those without health and head.
Who will wander throughout the night,
And disappear in the sunlight.
The one whom the creepers will cover,
To whom the stars will take away in their shiny rover.
The one who wont know the rainbows of your sky,
And who wont ever know what is to fly.
The flowers which bloom in seasons so few,
I will be that without you.