An old woman sits motionless,
tired and alone,
crying in the corner of my mind.
Father, mother, sister, brother,
dressed with death,
pass loving glances my way.
On everyone's lips, "Why?"
Did I forget to say goodbye?
Wet, cold, bewildered, tired and alone
I crouch crying
in the corner of my room
all the while,
that melody echoes through the walls.