How do any of us ever make it to see tomorrow
When the rose cottage seems so close by
Why do I hear funeral bells, they ring loud in my ears
In my backyard, with familiar names
Like a roll call of the living and each time
A name goes missing on the list inscribed
I just found a hole in my back yard again
Stepped close and looked inside shadow-less grave
It laid empty, empty but prepared for burial
Tomorrow I know it would be covered
And another name would go missing
From the list of the living
The shadow-less man calls out
The shadow-less man calls out
The shadow-less man calls out
A voice in a room, goes missing, vanishes
Leaving echoes of her voice behind
An old friend, kicked the bucket this day
It made a loud sound, and woke the neighbors
When I got there, there was no one present
Just the bucket and the sound it made
How do any of us ever make it to see tomorrow
When the rose cottage seems so close by and calling
Why do I hear funeral bells, they ring loud in my ears
In my backyard with familiar names calling
A name goes missing yet again on the list of the living
Faustina Addae would not respond to her name, calling out
The girl with the loudest voice of joyful living
Has gone silent in a crowded room
She joined the names that went missing from the living
Faustina Addae, will not respond to her call
Now a missing name among the living
Faustina, Foustina, Faustina Addae
Now a missing name among the living
Rest in peace dear friend, Faustina, rest in peace
KSJI Auxiliary NO554
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