Monday, November 1, 2010
The Funeral
The Funeral
Sitting at a funeral
Listening to the banter
Of talk of the dead
I did not see his face
Though my heart aches
The ones living
The pain will take
Folding, folding
Deep red and gold
Trapped in their thinking
The people of old
Sitting at a funeral
Listening to the banter
Of talk of the dead
I did not see his face
Though my heart aches
The ones living
The pain will take
Folding, folding
Deep red and gold
Trapped in their thinking
The people of old
Mr Darcy: You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.
12:38 AM.
12:38 AM.