A Whisper from the Grave (A Sad Love Song)
Rajasir
On this day the sky is gray, it's true,
Your birthday calls, a whisper from the grave.
I hear your voice, soft as morning dew,
In every gentle breeze, your laughter gave.
No candles shine, no wishes to be made,
Yet in my heart, your memory stays brave.
I feel the echo of the love we weighed,
A silent serenade that time can't stave.
You're calling out from where the willows wave,
And I am here, a soul you'll always crave.
Though you're beyond where earthly hands can save,
In every beat, my heart's your timeless enclave.
On this day the sky is gray, it's true,
Your birthday calls, a whisper from the grave.
I hear your voice, soft as morning dew,
In every gentle breeze, your laughter gave.
No candles shine, no wishes to be made,
Yet in my heart, your memory stays brave.
I feel the echo of the love we weighed,
A silent serenade that time can't stave.
You're calling out from where the willows wave,
And I am here, a soul you'll always crave.
Though you're beyond where earthly hands can save,
In every beat, my heart's your timeless enclave.