She takes another step
Slowly down the aisle she walks
Painted with white roses, violet, shades of blue
Eyes twitch, body quiver
Tear drops from dark clouds, wishing it wasn’t true
Silence so loud, heart beats
Melancholic tone
The wind lost its direction
Illusions of his presence
Another cold day in September
All dressed in black
Voices from the choir
Piono, flutes, trumpet from the military band
Bouquet of flowers, faded picture from a wooden stand
Eyes closed, knowing not the pain he left behind
Can’t see the world filled with sorrow
Left behind, she held onto a frail tomorrow
No flags will fly, but Sun will rise
Babies will be born
Time will pass
But we’ll know that you are gone.
