Watching people stand alone When it's pouring down on their old shoulders When the water prickles down their wrinkled skin Realising they weren't prepared for this moment all along Unaware of what road life was takin If they'd still be six feet above the gound Or six feet below beside them Living in their own realm Where butterflies glow when the sun hits Where her happy soul sits Laying her head oh his arm Gazing into a perfectly green farm If they'd still be six feet above with a kiss on a forehead Or six feet above with a kiss on a stone With all hopes lost, all reasons for being alive got unknown When all that can be done is sit beside them and speak for hours with no answers When an answers back is the least of all concerns When it's known they are never going to return All that will return is that the memories all the times During thkse lonely nights and even after the sun climbs