Dangling the keys in silence
The wails echo from the young and the old
With hearts so sore deep in His presence
We have come to bow to the blood of our fellows
on a day hot, even in the cold

It is everyone's soup, truly we know
But Oh cry, why have you tasted yours early NO!
You promised but they were fulfilled barely
You now left us, silent like the graveyard
We are strong but still weary

Darkness has illuminated our light
I have not heard that before
They came to take you away from our sight
Look at your stars, our dear beloved
They are now lonely in a world of pain
No more will they shine because you are now a vain

Your drums, now sounding bitterly
You rested too hot in his bossom
We mourn you but.........................
I can't write anyfurther
Your HOT REST makes my pen weak.