Solitary, singing in the West,
I strike up for a New World.
I lay a loved and lost one beneath the sod.
“I don’t want to feel celebrated and admired just for what I did;
I want to feel known for who I am.”
What a Woman!
We all yearn for transcendence,
For immortal life,
To be part of the future.
O Beauty, you are the light of the world!
What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments,
But what is woven into the life of the others.
As time goes by,
Live on my love.
And we all shine on.*
*Note: all words above are found on tombstones in the Grove St Cemetery.
Solitary, singing in the West,
I strike up for a New World.
I lay a loved and lost one beneath the sod.
“I don’t want to feel celebrated and admired just for what I did;
I want to feel known for who I am.”
What a Woman!
We all yearn for transcendence,
For immortal life,
To be part of the future.
O Beauty, you are the light of the world!
What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments,
But what is woven into the life of the others.
As time goes by,
Live on my love.
And we all shine on.*
