A Symphony of Whispers - VOL. II

If I Die Young

If I ever die young, do not cry over my broken vessel
or my weak soul
Know I found peace, at last, something I could have never
found in my days as a living being

Turn my corpse fiery and scatter my ashes from
a great rock next to the river
as I only got to experience the shallow surface
of happiness on water

If my notes are somehow found after my departure
don't cry over the ballads I composed when my heart
was more than beaten and my cheeks showered
by the salty tears my eyes
couldn't bear any more