Inside time,cold broken love.
Memory knows my face these days.
The ****** years are passing like leaves on the wind.
Today my hearts spring,gentle dream.
Tomorrow feel the light and hope they stay.
The evening circle has fallen.
Whispered poison of fading joy.
Sweet past things gently dying,
I return there where she was buried,
Lay the Lilly on the grave ,
Then turn and walk away.