Cracked grounds of drought land, do let out tears
Sunken to the very core, deep beneath shallows
Dry tears break dams; the eyes can not hide such zeal
Roll your neck in, don't let the vultures surround
It is never a good sign on karma to show weakness
They leave dark shadows on procession
If death was non existent and birth was as present
I doubt this would spell out paradise on earth
Just imagine oh boy, a thousand years without death
So pain of loss is necessary, remembrance day
To validate joy of new birth and all beginnings, caution
The sack can only hold so much, the rest queue in waiting
After the twenty-one gun salute ring sounds, into the heavens
We send one more up, tell the angels to open heaven's gate
Tell them to let one more down, we await patiently
Flowers are given; with tears and sorrow, we have been here before
Cracked grounds of drought lands, do let out tears
Sunken to the core, deep beneath shallows, dry tears break dams
Do not be stunned to see the absence of tears wet
On funeral grounds, though you will be forgiven to wonder why.
I have seen too many six feet under and the vessels they carry
Death of one thing or the other, to spell out endings
It is the natural ways of this world we occupy
Were you not told, there is a drought and tears are on ration
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