Whose pyre ascends, this somber train?
A mother's heart, a mournful stain,
A mother's heart, a mournful stain.
Whose pyre ascends, this somber train?
A mother's heart, a mournful stain,
A mother's heart, a mournful stain.
The weeping village, a river of pain,
A river of pain, a river of pain.
Whose pyre ascends, this somber train?
A mother's heart, a mournful stain,
A mother's heart, a mournful stain.
Her own had no farewell to give,
Strangers, the shoulder, helped him live.
Strangers, the shoulder, helped him live.
Who drank the poison, made it thrive,
And loved each soul, they did survive?
Now thirsts for love, as shadows weave,
As shadows weave, as shadows weave.
Whose pyre ascends, this somber train?
A mother's heart, a mournful stain,
A mother's heart, a mournful stain.
Though sight was lost, her gaze did trace,
The paths he walked, the time, the space.
The paths he walked, the time, the space.
Who knows the why, the hidden place?
For whom she yearned, this weary race?
For whom she ached, in such disgrace,
In such disgrace, in such disgrace?
Whose pyre ascends, this somber train?
A mother's heart, a mournful stain,
A mother's heart, a mournful stain.
Why light the fire, the final plea?
Why need the flame, eternally?
Within her grief, she'll always be,
Within her grief, she'll find release.
Within her grief, she'll find release.
With tear-filled eyes, her soul will flee,
Her soul will flee, her soul will flee.
A mother's heart, a mournful stain,
A mother's heart, a mournful stain.
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