Lament

(Eva:) The choice was mine, and mine completely I could have any prize that I desired I could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire Or else, or else I could choose time Remember I was very young then And a year was forever and a day So what use could fifty, sixty, seventy be? I saw the lights, and I was on my way And how I lived, how they shone But how soon the lights were gone (Che:) The choice was yours and noone else's You can cry for a body in despair Hang your head because she is no longer there To shine, to dazzle, or betray How she lived, how she shone But how soon the lights were gone (Embalmers:) Eyes, hair, face, image All must be preserved Still life displayed forever No less than she deserved