This song is about dealing with the loss of a child, perhaps the greatest loss one can ever suffer.
The song was inspired by an article in the newspaper. Roman Drowart told how he was dealing with the tragic death of his 2-year old daughter Luna. She was killed on the streets of Antwerp, together with her Malian nanny Oulemata Niangadou, in a racist shooting.
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The lyrics of the song do not mention this tragic incident anywhere, because I wanted to let the song to speak more in general, but I added the sound of a child’s toy to refer to the little Luna.
The song is mostly about the empty space that is left by the loved one that has been taken away so brutally.
The person in the song feels disconnected from the rest of the world, that after the initial shock seems to fall in place again and returns to its normal routine. He/she is trying to give this tragic loss a place in his/her life, and think about the little girl without completely falling apart again. Dealing with the reality that she is gone and only lives in his/her memory, and will always remain a child and never grow up to a young woman.
You have been violated in the deepest parts of your heart and soul, and only restoring the harmony will help you to bring the little girl back home and give her a place to stay until you die...
I dedicated this song to the unfortunate little girl and to all victims of racism and meaningless violence, and of course their friends and families.