Award us with your intentions.
Surrender the genuine motive-just simply few mentions.
How could you leave us with heavy misfortunes?
Lend us the reason of withdraw; it’s only fair.
Entail us to every detail; For it is not a dare.
I can’t believe you left us with this bland taste of despair.
Gone with the wind, you are lost; Never to be found.
Hindering in this state of fear, we’re obligated to stick around.


Peacefully you lay; Somehow we’re glad you left anyway.
Easily confused; We were thrown into disarray.
Left with blunt dismay-We found a way to make due, day by day.
The music is what you left. It is the master of our gratefulness.
Obedient as a puppet; we follow-luckily you left us in the state of bliss.
Nirvana.