Rhythm a faint distant clock ticking time
Days to years the phantom threatens shadow
Withered hands cling to carnal treasure gold
Water flows to the ocean eternal
Seasons change as stars flickering at night
Put the spade to the Earth one last farewell
Smile, try your best, be brave for the children
Eyes of confusion, who understands death?
The glory of the perennial glows
A seed in a casket that is our hope
Inevitable we all share our fate
Tormented we rely upon our faith
The bugle plays taps in final salute
Somewhere there is a baby being born
Every evening is followed by morn
by John Kaniecki