Oh, the grief has drained her face and all her energy,
Walks without a smile down the long road towards oblivion,
Her cares are no-cares, for what does she care?
All’s gone;
All lost in the wind;
The wild, wild wind that sweeps them all away
Like leaves on a breeze
Towards the mountain that is Home:
All gone, and just the remainder left behind,
Scudding along.
You’d walk in her shoes but they’re cold,
And so you smile and avert your eyes hastily:
Her oblivion, so yearned for,
Contrasts sharply with your desire for life.
