I had withdrawn, alone, to be with my own calamities,
The ghosts of glory days past, looking up at me
Feeling older and mirrored grayer, I knew I had many enemies
Now against the sandstones embossed with their names, I have only memories

If I raise my spirits, I raise my eyes to meet the horizon
I cannot hope to meet those insurrections of your absence in me
After your passing, the darkness is a little bolder, my heart is a little colder
And each day I must face only your memory, I feel that much older

Comforted in broken moments, my children prancing in joy at my feet
For they have not learned the same thing you and I have of defeat
Nor could their pure and innocent minds fathom the fantastic liaisons
We formed as brothers and sisters,  as we all made our prayers to the horizon

Preached too, the people zone alone
Six feet under the life force zone
Feeding worms and daisies

Yet there is a certain aptitude
That I, the living, cherish
For I lay my flower down
And throw my head back
Feeling the hale of the wind
For in the misery of night
The wind howls in anguish
And I can taste its hunger 
Slowly ebbing into the embers
Of the fire that I live by