The body so fragile, When in death only becomes more so.
When the bodies have nowhere to go.
Where they lie deep, deep below.
In the rotten sod.
All we can do is nod,
Pay our respects,
And continue life.
The knife of your mother
The cries of your brother.
Life never seems to stay
Especially when our bodies are already eroding
Sweetly, eroding away.