Elsa’s Song

I can hear the cannons calling as though across a dream
 And I can smell the smoke of hell in every stitch and seam
 And like flowers, the bodies tumble around this muddied lot
 I cannot hear them scream, "Forget me not"
 Your voice, it carries over the hubbub and the hum
 And it paints the sky and circles high like the beating of a drum
 You will scream, "I won't forget you," but I'll cover my cold ears
 It cannot be a lie if no one hears
 'Cause although you say good day to me, I know I don't belong
 And although you hold my hand and say, "I love you," you are wrong
 Because love does not exist here, in this garden, there's no feeling
 And you say the words so often that I barely know the meaning
 And when all the flowers are rotten and all the cannons shot
 I'll scream, but you won't hear, "Forget me not"
 And in years to come, you'll wander to the place up on our hill
 And then you'll cry to our painted sky, "I loved him then, I love him still!"
 And you'll strew some sage and lilies and roses where I rot
 Of all the flowers you picked, I knew you would forget
 Forget-me-nots