So write some peoples names on tombs
Etched by blows, sweat and fate
Scribed by craft and women's wombs
Watched in emptiness by wraiths
Someone loved, now gone away
Loss it burns those who wait
Pain it comes on every day
To those who hope or wish for faith
Since the end for everyone
Is to lie in stony ground
See the light, have some fun
Or push up daisies in a mound
This is life that leads us all
Frosty tombs in which we fall