DON'T CRY FOR ME...
When the owl came up in the dead of the night,
And rent the air with its deafening cry
When our chests continued day and night
Heaving up and down in relentless sighs.
Maybe we should have known that doom was nigh
Or that heroes were about to ascend before our eyes
Maybe we would have kept our hearts from the impending fright
Or shut our eyes , to avoid the gruesome sight
Now again the owl rises in the dead of the night
Renting the air with shrills and cries
Even as we stay up all night and cry
As our hearts have become heavy from all the sighs
We could have or should have known...but does anyone ever know the time?
When giant birds will fall from the skies
Or when lives will to a halt grind
"Don't cry for me Argentina"...is the song that comes to mind
When I imagine you before the pearly gates with teary eyes
Bidding us not to cry even as you wave goodbye.
But cry we will, for what are our tears compared to your lives
Still life goes on... this we cannot deny, no matter how hard we try
We believe you are in a better place, away from all the strife
The hate, violence, pain, hurt, deceit and the lies.
But there's a place you'll remain - "our hearts" - a place where forever love binds
Now the world mourns that fateful day, the big bird fell from the sky
And how with its fall, various heroes ascended before our eyes.
REST IN PEACE!!!