Staring down at three fresh mounds of soil
Rain running down the collar of my shirt
Tears gently rolling down across my cheeks
As I stare uncomprehending at the dirt
Three lives gone, taken from me forever
Leaving behind, a shell of a man and a mountain of hurt
Lost in my memories and my inner thoughts
Staring blankly at the freshly turned dirt
I silently whisper my sadness, regrets and say goodbye
Nothing I can do anymore except let my eyes avert
Take in the gloom and heartache surrounding me
At the heart of the cemetery and three new piles of dirt
And so now I return to the empty, soundless, soulless house,
Hear the children laugh and see your loving smile
Wonder, just what am I supposed to do right now.
Act normally? Go to sleep? Get drunk? – I guess it will take a while.
Work are very understanding, the Police are sympathetic
No, not a lead in sight, no evidence of foul play
So, I have to wonder why it all happened at all and I’m still standing
But I know what I saw that day. Yes, I know exactly what I did that day.