Who walks on the graves of the lives I once led?
Who brought to them flowers, who glad I was dead?
And what of tomorrow, to what to return?
This earth as I left it, re suffer this dirth,
Of living a life a soul bound by flesh
Stillborn and silent or first to last breath,
Afflicted the spirit through life unto death.
Who walks on the graves on the lives I once led?
Myself as I shiver and pass over head.
