a walk in the street
the flowers in the window
i ask for them white
there in my hand,
have something to start the day with.

i walk past the garden
i'll stop for a look
past the stones
dug into the ground
i come to a stop

are you still there?
i look down to the ground
and wounder do you still dream?
on the stone was written
"pain"

it's you under there....
now the dirt warms you'r cold body
a hand touched,i laid the flowers
by you'r grave....
by you'r grave....