Taken at dawn, a life, in the darkened
House children cried a candle flared.
The souls left behind gather.
A golden moon will soon leave its glow
Upon the grave, while the nearby river
Continues to flow, life goes on.
The black band worn with sorrow, tears
Burn hot, the open ground beneath the
Poplar is dark. An innocent life taken
Away, soon the flowers will be dust and
The talk of death will be no more.