[Intro][Atmospheric Art-Rock][Sitar Textures][Military Snare Drum]
(Sound of distant marching, a lone, melancholic sitar melody)

[Verse 1][Brooding Vocals][English]
Dust devils dance on the parched earth, a fevered dream unfurls
Joseph, a name from a distant shore, amidst these foreign whirls
The sun, a hammer blow, relentless, beats upon his soul
Beneath the Raj, a gilded cage, taking its silent toll.
The air hangs thick with spices and with secrets, a heavy, humid shroud
He counts the days in sweat and prayer, lost within the crowd.

[Verse 2][Tense Build-up][English]
He sees the silks, the vibrant hues, a world he cannot claim
A phantom limb, his native isle, a flicker of an old flame.
The calls to prayer, a mournful sound, that echo through the night
While bugle calls for duty's sake, extinguish his inner light.
His uniform, a badge of pride, now feels a heavy chain
A gilded burden, bought with blood, and whispered, hidden pain.

[Chorus][Melancholic Melody][Sitar Dominant][English]
Oh, India, you emerald tomb, you siren of the East
You stole his youth, you stole his home, you offered him a feast
Of sights and sounds, a burning kiss, a love he couldn't fight
Now bound by vows, in this abyss, he dreams of fading light.

[Verse 3][Intimate Tone][Sitar and Snare]
Then came Leela, eyes like ink, a whisper of the Ganges flow
A beauty born of sun and dust, a love he watched grow.
Her gentle touch, a cool relief, from the empire’s fiery hand
A solace found, a stolen peace, in this unyielding land.
He built a life, a fragile bridge, across the cultural divide
But shadows of his past still lurk, where his true heart tried to hide.

[Verse 4][Growing Despair][Military Snare Prominent]
The children’s laughter, bright and clear, a future he had sought
But in their eyes, a foreign gaze, a battle hard-fought.
He'd sip his tea, with empty stare, across the veranda wide
And hear the distant ocean roar, where his old world used to ride.
The weight of years, the sun's harsh glare, the burden of the crown
He walked a line, with weary steps, destined to wear it down.

[Chorus][Louder, More Dramatic][Orchestral Swells][English]
Oh, India, you emerald tomb, you siren of the East
You stole his youth, you stole his home, you offered him a feast
Of sights and sounds, a burning kiss, a love he couldn't fight
Now bound by vows, in this abyss, he dreams of fading light.

[Bridge][Whispered, Reflective][Sitar Fades In and Out][English]
He’d write his letters, ink stained thin, of triumphs and of loss
But never spoke of what lay deep, the heavy, hidden cross.
A soldier's duty, a husband's plea, a father's gentle hand
All woven in this tapestry, of this distant, burning land.
He was a man, a ghost of war, a stranger to his kin
And in the quiet of the night, where did his life begin?

[Guitar Solo][Distorted Sitar-like Sound][Wailing Melody]

[Outro][Fading Music][Distant Sitar and Snare][English]
Joseph... Joseph...
Lost in the heat, lost in the years...
A life lived far from home...
(Sitar fades to silence, a final, soft snare tap)