Shiva And The Astronaut

there's a child that sings soft and warm
there's a bell that rings every sunday morn
there's a bird of love; has no place to mourn
it swept him blindly through the air
and left him broken
there's a wind that goes from the strangest ocean
and a jasmine rose; songs of roses
there's unfathomed sounds in a place called nowhere
and the silent ground in these breaths
it swept him blindly through the air
and left him opened
he left the world without a tear
when he crossed over
om namah shiva
in a world without tears
farewell
fare thee well
om namah shiva
in every russ he bid farewell
when he crossed over