My own heart is sad when I perceive
The pallor of your face the dead brown leavesi
Ive already walked the paths of loss
Jesus Christ we have been double crossed
I’ll look after you when you need touch.
Not of money, but in kindness rich
I will help you through that open door
I’ll hold your hand as I have done before.
I used to take you out when you were small.
I pushed your pram to
grandad’s up the hill
Going home in darkness I felt fear.
Where has Daddy gone,my mother dear?
I hate that you have got the same disease.
I hated God whom I had like to please
Sadness grips my empty heart
Kneeling on the floor what can I say?