what I'll become

I'll become the yellow petal of purple flower that blooms, The blind will recognize it and the deaf will hear the sorrow. I will become tears to the face of those that still want me, songs to the mouth of those that doesn't know what I used to be, and becomes the breath taking away from the lungs and hearts of those that love what i had been The silence will be as loud as the drum beaten before war, as I forget what my Mama's favourite lullaby is. Call me by my first name and by my last, i won't still turn to the song. Praise and worship in the mouths of the Imams that used to lead us in prayers. "Janutu l Fridaus his last abode" I will lie quietly as morning breeze, unshaken by the weight of the sadness I'm leaving my wife to. Turn me to the right, left and right again Wash me gently with care and cover my remains in earth