As i view the grass growing on the top of my grave,
Do my lifeless sullen eyes see from within or outside,
Whom was that hasten me to this cold and lonely hole,
Alas for the answers to which i seek, tis in my own soul,
All because true love turned blue and cast me aside,as
My lover, the woman who owned my soul, cast the blow,
Oh how i would like to know, make my mind just go cold,
Death is far more pleasing than dreams of long ago,
Such an old man as i, doth have not the fire to lite,
Of passions, erotic, sensuous memories of love untold,
Hath this lonely cold hole finally won over my soul,
Never to see a spirit cast thy lovely lite to set me free,
Thu misty fog and moonless site,i peer into the hole,
My mind rampant with fear, i am standing free and clear,
Lo i smell fresh air, moon shining and my eyes are bright,
The hole is closing and a spirit appears holding my hands in hers,
Her touch begins to heal wounds of old, a fire is beginning glow,
Well maybe this man in me is not as old as the hole made me feel,
The senses and feelings anew, mind, body and soul, the spirit knows,
