Oh dear Amaranth why are you so willing,
for all the flowers in the meadow,
you were the only widow,
why yes Amaranth it is no wonder,
that you always ponder...
Through the tempest you\'ve never wilt,
while great trees sunder and tilt,
meadows blast with gales unyielding,
and yet you were there always waiting,
but alas your instrument is still playing...
Pure Crimson Red Amaranth,
why are there tears flowing,
is it because you\'ve realized,
the isolation that has you crying,
or that the storm is finally dying...
We may never meet again dear Amaranth,
for you are everlasting,
and my coda is ceasing,
adagio you are my darling Amaranth,
that\'s eternally weeping...