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I've woken up many times tonight

The joyous spirits are all in flight

My lullaby was just a goodbye dirge

The cares of the day have all been purged

But no one noticed Somber Susie sitting in the room

The smell of death is masked by her sweet perfume

Eyes are cool like pools and scent so summery

But who has lived to forgive this sad skullduggery

And isn't it time someone took her home

Hasn't she spent enough time alone

I showered you with presents just to watch you smile

To fill your heart with joy and amuse you for a while

Your looks of childhood wonder betrayed advancing years

I kept you glad as long as I could and spared you all my tears

And gave you daily medicine as if I were your nurse

Embraced you as a child as if our roles were reversed

I turned the music down when I saw you'd gone to sleep

And to my heart the smell of death did silently creep

If I could hold your soul in my arms I would

But that would be unjust though my intentions be good

Yet I must not harbor bitterness or some ungodly grudge

But let your soul pass on to death so it may then be judged

Now all I see reminds me of how you've left your mark

Your voice echoes loudly in the corners of the dark

The simple skills and how you taught me to think

The pleasures I've learned to savour and the joys of which I drink

But now I'm alone in my gentle revelries

And they leave a bitter taste since you're no longer with me

I can't think of you with gladness for your soul is condemned

The joy you embraced in life has reached an eternal end

Every object in this house now reeks of the odor of doom

Your garden plants are dying in this darkened afternoon

I can't ask you how you hurt and you can't tell me of the pain

Sorrow shreds my spirit now raw with bloody stains

Your homemade recipes with which my belly would fill

Reduce me to tears as they regurgitate and spill

Why must a grown man come so undone

It's just one less soul left standing under the sun

He too will one day pass that dreadful way

But even that cannot calm his hysterical dismay

Over that one tender voice having been stilled

And frustrated that it all happened against his will

Will someone open a window and let in some air

That smell of death is far too much to bear

My eyes are swollen and my heart is like lead

Let me bury my head then I'll bury my dead