Everyone picked me up, packed in a square
And I kept staring, “They are taking me where?”
Tearful were eyes, and some were dry
But no one smiled, I wondered “why?”
The sky was raining, but sun was bright,
Isn’t it strange? something wasn’t right.
They came to a halt and laid me on ground,
Unlocked the coffin, and that’s when I found
My face all white, life was all gone,
It was my body my mom was crying upon
I went to wipe her tears as I used to,
But why did my hand just pass through?
People dragged her away, from a dead son
But she cried for I was her midnight’s sun
Never to be seen, never to be felt
Alone I left my candle, for her heart to melt.
I saw them burying me in the land
And my father too lent one hand.
Dark was swallowing me inside this place
Until I met a light at end of this race…