| [00:27.63] |
Procession moves on, |
| [00:31.67] |
the shouting is over, |
| [00:36.25] |
Praise to the glory |
| [00:40.26] |
of loved ones now gone. |
| [00:44.89] |
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables, |
| [00:53.10] |
Scattering flowers |
| [00:57.08] |
washed down by the rain. |
| [01:18.32] |
Stood by the gate |
| [01:22.50] |
at the foot of the garden, |
| [01:27.06] |
Watching them pass |
| [01:30.86] |
like clouds in the sky, |
| [01:35.49] |
Try to cry out |
| [01:39.45] |
in the heat of the moment, |
| [01:44.04] |
Possessed by a fury |
| [01:47.71] |
that burns from inside. |
| [02:58.08] |
Cry like a child, |
| [03:02.00] |
though these years make me older, |
| [03:06.42] |
With children my time |
| [03:11.14] |
is so wastefully spent, |
| [03:15.99] |
A burden to keep, |
| [03:19.13] |
though their inner communion, |
| [03:23.89] |
Accept like a curse |
| [03:27.80] |
an unlucky deal. |
| [03:33.63] |
|
| [03:47.77] |
Played by the gate |
| [03:51.42] |
at the foot of the garden, |
| [03:55.96] |
My view stretches out |
| [03:59.97] |
from the fence to the wall, |
| [04:04.66] |
No words could explain, |
| [04:08.37] |
no actions determine, |
| [04:12.28] |
Just watching the trees |
| [04:16.54] |
and the leaves as they fall. |
