Sweet marigold upon my grave in October
How will I ever be remembered?

Candles sweating upon my tombstone again
In a Mexican graveyard fenced by dilemas
The Mariachi of skeletons are here to attend
A funeral of a man under clouds of estrellas

The afterlife calls for my name to remember
But I'll know you'll be the first one to forget
By the time that you reach a cold December
You will have even forgotten the day we met

Cries from a river, you'll think it's a ghost
If only it were but my sad bitter sweet song
About how you left when I needed you most
Chorus of bells from an old church are rung

"Despierta!" You said to my broken heart
As soon as you say it my spirit departs
The day turns to night, light turns to dark
The closer you get, the further apart

© The Black Lotus