The sidewalk was stained

A brilliant red

With the blood that poured from

The detective's smashed head.

Two suicides made

From the top of St. Bart's

But only one death left

Many broken hearts.

The sky on that day

Was a brilliant blue

"No, you don't understand,

He's my friend - LET ME THROUGH!"

Moriarty is dead,

And Sherlock as well.

John couldn't take it

So he also fell.

His wrists were stained red

His wet eyes were blue.

"If Sherlock's in heaven

Then I will be, too.

Don't go where I can't follow,

Sherlock, my love.

And I pray, if you're listening

From up above,

Maybe in another life

We'd be together

And in the sunshine

Without all this stormy weather.

Your coat was black,

Your scarf was blue,

You didn't come back,

So now I'm jumping, too."

So the room of St. Bart's

Claimed three lives in all:

One from a gunshot

And two from a fall.

Mrs. Hudson broke down

As well as Molly

For now no one dwells

At 221B.