Deep in its thrall the miser sits and counts,
without a thought for all that passes by his door...

Here in the dark of evenings light
when silence fills the air...

No one knew what happened here
The lightening rods, the silent tears...

There once was a princess with skin oh so pale,
And gleaming brown hair almost down to her tail...

There it sits beneath the tree,
golden and tempting, with...

There’s a space now in the corner
where you used to sit and knit...

Thirty.
Seconds stretched like years...

Try singing on a rainy day,
or watching little children play...

Once again our hearts are broken,
Once again we mourn in loss...

Behind those walls
do you remember me...

For ever in my heart you’ll dwell
a gentle presence, ever near...

Oceans of pennants ripple wildly down the Mall,
grasped in hands so eager to affirm their truth...