This is about love and the price of that.
It was about hope maybe careless belief.
Naive faith that I could lift a cross and not be broken.
But I am broken already: these cracks in my heart.
And so I have failed you by arrogance and misunderstanding my love.
And the desert will leave no trace of this.
No memory of love etched into these shifting sands.
And silence will be all that is left of us.
Or the whisper of ghosts passing unnoticed on the paths we took.
Oh God what has become of us.
Where is the Yemeni Princess?
Where the man she knew?
My Love we are gone.
Burnt out like abandoned funeral pyres.
Cut down from crosses too hard for us.
And I am lost in the wind
And you returned to your tomb.
Songs for Huda 