Tears of grief fall,Buttermere is rain

Lost affections  fragment human souls
And no technician can repair this pain
We break in bits,no longer are we whole

We are the ones we love yet they grow cold.
We search and never find love here again
Lost affections  fragment human souls

My double joints from grandmother I hauled
My eyes  are James’ who on the Somme was gone?
We break like shells,no longer are we whole

Where is  she in whose  arms I was held?
Where will my mind go when  my life is done?
Lost affections  fragment human souls

As we age our bodies grow more cold
Why was there a Pope in Avignon?
They fell apart, the centre had no  hold

Tears of grief fall, Buttermere in rain
Mountains with cascading streams will pray
Lost  companions ,  lost are human souls
We break in bits,no ,we were never whole