All Gone

[swisstony]

All Gone

Bring the hearse,
Bring the grave,
Bring out the cries, they will not save,
My love is lost
By winters frost,
I'll join her soon, in death, I trust,
The rain will fall
And through it all,
The mourning and the cries will call
Our heads to bare
In tempered care,
What nce there was is no longer there.

Her comfort sighs,
Her pleasured cries,
I'll no more see before my eyes,
My heart she had
And now it's sad,
I'll never want to feel this bad,
That perfect place,
Her perfect face,
Are gone and all that's left is space,
Space for thought,
Space I've sought,
Now space that's come to such and nought.

Tracing time,
Was hers and mine,
Is stolen and it's deaths worst crime,
Empty...
Is what's left to me;
My future life's a penalty,
Standing here,
I shed a tear
And think on who is lying near,
That perfect place,
That perfect face,
Are gone and all that's left is space.

Tony Laverty, 29/01/05