[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.