I have loved,
So many times.

I have heard,
It’s tender chimes.

I have seen,
An angel glide.

I have felt
Him by my side.

I have called,
Him by his name.

I have sensed,
He's just the same.

I have touched,
His waxy skin.

I have pieced,
It with a pin.

I have sung,
That tuneful chant,

I have grown,
Just like a plant.

For so very long.
I have always known,

That my pleasant song,
Was just a funeral drone.