And I sit alone on the top of my pyre
an eerie quietness, doing my penance
There is nothing louder than the crematorial silence
None can see me, and the fire is lit
They all come, some weep, some happy
the smell of burning flesh, body turning to ashes
a cold chill, they have come to take me
I still love, I still feel, ergo I don't want to go
Last breath is what I had promised, but still not healed
I look at myself and see just a soul
dive deep inside to see that all I love is within
drifting away to become one with the ethereal reality
an eerie quietness, doing my penance
There is nothing louder than the crematorial silence
None can see me, and the fire is lit
They all come, some weep, some happy
the smell of burning flesh, body turning to ashes
a cold chill, they have come to take me
I still love, I still feel, ergo I don't want to go
Last breath is what I had promised, but still not healed
I look at myself and see just a soul
dive deep inside to see that all I love is within
drifting away to become one with the ethereal reality
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