by the grave i sit
the time has come to express my words
and I ponder from where they should come
for many a day I have thought with my mind
while I consumed many bottles of rum
but my mind became befuddled and confused
so slowly I started to feel from the heart
finding words never spoken or used
by the grave I sit not knowing where to start
I have loved far to shallow
and shared far to little
to have you understand
but I sit by the grave
not knowing the way
to express the feelings I have
Is it my time to go?
or have you gone before me?
this I must know
for on the stone at the head of the grave
i find your name and mine
by the grave i sit without any wit
to share the love that I find.
forgive what I've done I am coming home
the angels are waiting for me.
but by the grave I sit
expressing bit by bit
the love I have found to be.
Copyright © Lonnie Freeman