When did I fail to notice
Many lines above the brow
Deep as the crevasse entice
Built by time somehow

My father persist to toll
(Made of flesh and bones)
With no one to console
(Not stones and marble tones)

His heart once filled with pride
Had mankind's faith in bible
But gone with the rough tide
As this life is not a fable

And ashes to ashes we all return
With neither our egos or ill concern