They say you’re dead ,
burnt to ashes with the cinders ,
then scattered in the Ganges
Murdered away brutally , cruelly taken away
winged Archangels took you to a better place
That is the lie I’m told .
With but an anodyne tone , I tell them no .
They’re wrong , please tell me so .
I’ve been called mad , deemed a heretic .
But only I hear your song of despair
Reason alludes me , but I’m very sure
Your cry for help ,
that adagio , I hear its crystal clear tone .
I see your reflection in the clear pool outside
those dark blue pods staring right back into me
Saying “I’m sorry , it wasn’t in my hands”
Your soft , aeolian song leads me to you
begging me to forgive you
They took me away from you , I know
and now , the primal instincts tell me
to take you back , claim whats mine
Come,child , lets go home , I’ll be right by your side
even in death , I’ll still be by your side
You can’t reach me , its allright
I’ll just hang in there , I’ll hold on .