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 rickety heart rumbles in mumbles;
        "Great is thy faithfulness"