I have walked the silent paths of griefSunless,dreary,cold and all alone.I have slept on bed of winter leaves.Oh Death you are a cruel and devious thief.Although my heart sa sand my joy has gone.I have never felt I was deceived.I have learned that human life is brief.I have learned by sorrow we’re undone.I have sifted earth and what’s beneath.I felt the dark emotions in me seethe I've been cruelly mocked by glaring sun.I have grasped the geography of grief.I wait in silence for this life to ceaseOr will a fluttering wing make chaos come,Change my heart and give me a fresh lease?Unconsoled grief can make us dumbInto our hearts, we drag the ice that numbsI have walked the silent paths of griefI have made my bed on winter leaves.
How my heart sings 