Your memory, strewn in every street,
Your memory, a carpet beneath my feet.
Tread with love, upon this path you'll see,
If fear you hold, then distance from me.
Your memory, strewn in every street,
Tread with love, upon this path you'll meet.
Once, your hand, a flower, fragile and light,
Rested upon my shoulders, pure and bright.
Once, your hand, a flower, fragile and light,
Upon my shoulders, bathed in golden light.
Once, your hand, a flower, fragile and light,
I, a statue, alone in endless night,
And the thorny, desolate garden of pain.
I still remember, the shadows of the parting,
That dark evening, my soul nearly departing.
I still remember, the shadows of the parting,
Your silent stance, your kohl's soft hearting.
I still remember, the shadows of the parting,
Though silent you stood, your kohl was imparting.
Why stare at my face, when night's dark embrace
Is a mirror, reflecting time and space?
Why stare at my face, when night's dark embrace
Shows the shadows, the heart-rending chase?
Why stare at my face, when night's dark embrace
I am the same, your companion in this place,
Walk with me, if you wish to find your grace.
Your memory, strewn in every street,
Tread with love, upon this path you'll meet.
If fear you hold, then distance from me,
Your memory, strewn in every street,
Tread with love, upon this path you'll see.
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