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Go... to the stars where we lay
When they had been children, untainted by the pain and misery of the world around them; Varadha used to climb up trees and look at the stars with him.
While we, start to drift away slowly?
Varadha had to let them- him go. It was the only way that he and his mother- who had cared for Varadha like she was her son too- could live.
But he'd promised Varadha that he would return, whenever Varadha decided to call on him. And Varadha knew, that even when they were apart- he would still be Varadha's Salaar.
To us, an eternity when we're free
Just you, me, or we
Varadha had gone to him, in the end; left with no other choice. He didn't want to endanger someone he cared so much for, but he was Varadha's only hope.
The days that followed his return; Varadha finally felt safe- he didn't remember the last time he felt like that.
Or maybe he did.
Memories of an electric wire and bloody hands holding his own; guiding Varadha, Protecting him- came to mind.
Varadha wanted to stay like that. With him by side, always.
After years of feeling trapped and living in constant fear- Varadha felt like could breathe so much easier with him there. Varadha finally felt free.
Go, to the stars where we lay
While we, start to drift away slowly
To us, an eternity where we're free
Just you, me, or we
As the night slowly falls
Wrapping us in a soft glow
Varadha had gotten drunk in the relief of having him gotten back.
And as the night fell, Varadha had laid down on his lap and finally felt comfort again.
The lights illuminated his face, and Varadha fell asleep knowing he was here, and everything would be okay.
Our hearts, lack the light
To bloom and overflow
They weren't saints, by any means. They were not completely noble. There was blood on both of their hands.
Varadha didn't think of himself as a good person. Because if he truly had been, he wouldn't have stood aside doing nothing as his people suffered- as his brother, Baba and everyone close to him suffered.
And because of Varadha, he had lost himself to the violence. Varadha should have known, because after all- he had always been unpredictable and mad- but he was also good personified, all that was truly, purely good in the world. Varadha could never hope to reach him.
As we drift the wind will carry us where forever will start
Separated again and again by cruel fate, they kept re-uniting like it was their destiny.
No matter how far they are, they will find eachother again. Varadha believes so.
They would be tethered to eachother, for as long as they both live- such are their lives. Intertwined to the point where one's abscence would strip the other of himself.
So let me hold you, close to, my cold heart
Varadha didn't deserve Deva. But he wanted Him so much it hurt.
He wanted to hold his Deva, close. And never let go.
As the night slowly falls
Wrapping us in a soft glow
Our hearts, lack the light
To bloom and overflow
As we drift the wind will carry us where forever will start
So let me hold you, close to, my cold heart.