The Lost Samurai
She walked in the garden with flowers in her hair
Sounds of melancholy strings filled the night air
The pond was full of roses that had begun to fade
In a glass case in front of her, her lost lover laid
In her eyes, cold tears fell as she began to cry
She wept over her lost love, her lost Samurai
He was struck a mighty blow while at a far war
He fought bravely but was failed by his sword
In his last moments, he could only think of her
Of her tender lips and her sweet smell of myrrh
As he died, wondering would she think of him again
He died in battle from wounds that did not mend
