[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.