Take sorrow’s hand

The burial of another
Puts evil thoughts in the head
Of us who are alive
Thoughts of where they have gone
Thoughts of who and how to make heaven
To burn Sulphur for a taste of hell
Yes, you learn to live better
To eat more of the good
And live above and not below
In a land without a postal address
A visit, a call or message
It is still green here.

Bose