The grass is wet,
I must sit down, ..........
be close to you....
But, I don't care...the dew won't kill me...
But, what of tears? They do....
I fear I'll drown..........
I'll sit here in the cool, damp grass, and write to you
I'll write to you, .... as if you'll see it,....
As if you'll know it
What else to do?....What else to do?
It's all so quiet now, so still and calm
Except for sparrows,..... and their songs
Can you hear too,.... from where you are?
If you can't hear them, I can't bear it
I write this letter....
But, where to send it?
Their eulogies began and ended,
They linger in the heartless wind
It's over now, how can it be?
It's lonely now, beneath the trees...
They've all gone home, we're here alone
They've carved your name into the stone
You lie here with me, but I'm so cold.
You promised to come back to hold me
You told me when we said goodbye...
You told me that you would survive
Will I? Will I?