[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.