Oh, I'm waiting for you, like the desert for rain
Aching and longing, a beautiful pain
Every moment stretching, an endless blue
My heart's an open door, just waiting for you
The world outside moves in a blur
Laughter and whispers, a distant hum
But my focus is steady, a single, clear plea
For the day you walk back, right here to me
They say time heals all, that's what they impart
But with every sunrise, you're still in my heart
No distance can dim what I feel inside
This love is eternal, nowhere to hide
So come to me, love, wherever you roam
My soul is your haven, my arms are your home
Still waiting for you, with a love ever true
Forever and always, just waiting for you.
In every culture, death is more than an end—it's a transformation. Among the many rituals humans perform to honor the departed, cremation is one of the most ancient and symbolic. But beyond tradition lies a deeper, almost mystical truth: when a body is cremated, its physical form is released, and the energy it held is not lost, but simply returned to the universe. According to the law of conservation of energy, energy can neither be created nor destroyed—it only changes form. This means the warmth, motion, and life force that once animated a body doesn't disappear in fire. It transforms. The heat from the flames, the smoke in the sky, the glowing embers—all of these carry fragments of a life once lived. They disperse into the air, the soil, and the stars. Cremation becomes, in this way, a cosmic act. The fire is not just an end, but a release. What was once confined within skin and bones now returns to the great continuum. Some call it spirit. Some call it soul. Science calls...
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