As I think of those old days,
I forget my current ways,
Before I speak I would like you to think,
What is pride to the dead?
Needing no object to bear our love,
No thoughts or ponderings of you above,
For if I knew where you now stay,
I know I would be fast to abandon my way.
So tell me how you know he is here,
How every little sign reduces your fear,
That he somehow watches and feels pride in us now,
Because I know deep down there is nothing left.
So I think back to those happy days,
When me and you were set in our ways,
So tell me how his heart swells with pride,
When he sees me with his none existent eyes.
My heart and memory are laced with you,
I am reminded by everything I do,
That the dead live on in our heart and mind,
Dirge to express my grief until you I re-find.