Women wearing dresses in the rain   Stones line these narrow walkways   And black cars still waiting at the gates   Peacefully displayed      Flowers perched on weathered granite   Some tended and some abandoned   Sure signs of how a life was managed or thrown away      The clouds sit dark as night   Green hills soft and wet as eyes   Rolling on for silent miles   As the sky cries and cries and cries      There's a picture resting in its frame   Beads of water streak down a familiar youthful face   They softly speak his name and sing of leaving this world a better place      It's a somber event   A beginning and an end   All seeming so unfortunate   Weighing tragic      With nothing certain to expect   Our bodies less than permanent   Should we grow bitter calluses   Lose ourselves in sadness      Every cruel word that was said and this blood upon our hands   Is it all adding up against us or is it just breath & water      Every moment that we exist is it all just leading up to this   Life crescendos to our death and baby now it's curtains      Baby, it's time for rest      Shovels scarring plots of sodden ground   An intricate bed, an intimate crowd   Trembling words cross a delicate mouth   Sleep now child, please sleep sound