To the Funeral Memories (those songs we sang)
Weakness resounds as the waterfalls of memories roar down In a bleak, but green, clearing Those moments pang Pain it rang We all sang; "Great is thy faithfulness" The pastor's voice (like church bells) toll; "He is with you, don't you know" Conceding I'm pleading For you Lord (to free me) Dug out like war-torn trenches These weathered lands of minds shall never once groom and grovel in death's emptiest attempts to breed contempt But to the sky my r...