[01:09.10]Procession moves on, the shouting is over,
[01:17.98]Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
[01:26.27]Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
[01:35.27]Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
[01:44.06]Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,
[01:52.95]Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,
[02:01.38]Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,
[02:10.07]Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.
[03:29.48]Cry like a child, though these years make me older,
[03:38.00]With children my time is so wastefully spent,
[03:46.92]A burden to keep, though their inner communion,
[03:55.34]Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.
[04:04.24]Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,
[04:12.72]My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,
[04:21.47]No words could explain, no actions determine,
[04:29.95]Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.