[male
vocals] (
Soft
piano
chords
ringing
out
in
a
hollow
space) (
Deep
sigh)
The
calendar
turned
to
the
nineteenth
of
March
Two
thousand
twenty-two,
the
sky
turned
dark
The
morning
air
felt
heavy,
cold
and
still
I
never
knew
how
hard
this
void
would
fill
I
trace
the
lines
upon
your
worn-out
chair
I
reach
for
you,
but
youā
re
no
longer
there
Your
voice
is
just
a
whisper
in
the
hall
A
shadow
dancing
softly
on
the
wall
Oh,
Elliot
Siambede,
my
father,
my
heart
It
tears
me
down
to
be
so
far
apart
Your
memory
is
the
light
that
guides
the
way
Through
every
lonely
hour
of
every
day
I
love
you
more
than
words
could
ever
tell
I
miss
you,
dad,
I
wish
you
well
You
taught
me
how
to
stand
and
how
to
see
The
strength
you
carried
lives
inside
of
me
I
hear
your
laughter
in
the
summer
breeze
I
see
your
kindness
in
the
rustling
trees
They
say
that
time
is
supposed
to
heal
the
pain
But
all
I
feel
is
sorrow
like
the
rain
I
search
for
solace
in
the
things
we
knew
But
every
corner
just
leads
back
to
you
Oh,
Elliot
Siambede,
my
father,
my
heart
It
tears
me
down
to
be
so
far
apart
Your
memory
is
the
light
that
guides
the
way
Through
every
lonely
hour
of
every
day
I
love
you
more
than
words
could
ever
tell
I
miss
you,
dad,
I
wish
you
well
Do
you
see
me
now
from
somewhere
in
the
stars?
Does
the
music
heal
the
deepest
of
the
scars?
Iā
m
holding
on
to
every
lesson
taught
Iā
m
cherishing
the
wisdom
that
you
brought
Iā
m
lost
without
the
map
you
drew
for
me
Just
waiting
for
the
day
when
I
am
free
Oh,
Elliot
Siambede,
my
father,
my
heart
It
tears
me
down
to
be
so
far
apart
Your
memory
is
the
light
that
guides
the
way
Through
every
lonely
hour
of
every
day
I
love
you
more
than
words
could
ever
tell
I
miss
you,
dad,
I
wish
you
well
Nineteenth
of
March,
forever
in
my
soul
Iā
m
trying,
dad,
to
make
my
spirit
whole
Rest
in
peace,
my
guiding
star
I
know
youā
re
never
really
very
far (
Fade
out
with
a
single,
slow
piano
note) (
Silence)