This morning in a graveyard I found the grave where you came home to ground
Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted
Dry grey earth and a few stones cover the place where lie your bones
Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted
You who died when I was only seven spoke words more of hell than of heaven
Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted
But standing there I did not believe your spirit floats in that barren field
Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted
I saw you journeyed to lonelier places watching cafes, streets and women's faces
Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted
And as I left that stone and wandered on, the inscription I carried became a song
Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted