Wind instead of rain
Tears and yet no pain
Dirt tossed upon a coffin
Where in lies a body
Of a boy, and where in
Lies the pieces of my heart
And the pain that nobody
No child, should ever be a part
And yet here we stand,
Children, mother, and father
Beside this sacred land
Where in your body shall rest
Yes, here we stand,
Beating on our breasts.