Think of how Laika by Wil Wagner breaks my heart. It's about a good pup sent to space by the Soviets, but the lyrics are for Simon.
Some man condemned to death after death, buried alive, and left for dead who made himself into a weapon. He was nothing but ashes and dust.
Until something gives him life again, learning to live only to go back into the hands of death.
"...And as I awake
I'm shocked and amazed
At the sheer, crushing empty
And I look down on men's little earth
Sitting there quietly, wondering what it's worth
And I drift away, but that's okay
There's more room to play out here than back in my cage
What is it worth, this constant cycle of self-hatred and death, Revenge beyond the horizon of a dark life.
And I know I will die
But that is fine
'Cause in some way, I am helping mankind
And I don't understand
'Cause I'm not as smart as them
But even a parachute would have shown that they cared"
But then, some bright light in the dark, savior, breathes into a peaceful death, and he becomes once again a man.
"And so, I float on
Space's only dog
Friend to the stars
Pet of the sun
From my little ship, I dream of my bone
A walk in the park, something comfy to sleep on
And they call me Laika, but I'd just like to say
That I was born Little Curly, and I'll die with that name
Yeah, they call me Laika, but I'd just like to say
I was born Little Curly, and I'll die with that name"