He walks empty paths looking for the boy
Not to be found on the winter night
Eyes closed and caught in a laugh
He hears voices calling his name

He looks but can not recognize
The old man he has become
He stumbles, coughs and fears
They are waiting for him to come

Generations of dead lie in the grass
Parents and children lie together
No longer speaking any words
Reaching the boy , the man

It’s dark now, the sun has gone
Cold sounds and frozen words
Their meaning is left unsaid
They sing the song of the dead