I'm sat talking to you
Trying to be brave
At times grief is like a gigantic wave
Magpies and crow's swoop around
Chattering away on the cemetery ground
Feelng lost, but wanting to be found.
I dream of happier times
When you were here
Sat on a cemetery bench
Your grave so near
My tears fall fast
Thinking about the past
When you were here with me
And all our family.
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