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…in the morning
on your birthday
gather like you did before
light the candle
sing the song
deeply in your soft hearts core
make that wish
hold that gift
row her to that other shore…

don’t beat the drum slowly
or play the pipe lowly
she was my sister
now gone from my side

sing loud the broken howl
hear the bitter wind growl
she was my sister
and I loved her so

The people have spoken
but we did not hear,
they did not give to us
a mandate for change,
so we’ll push harder
the vote to rearrange.

As I look out of my broken window,
the moon is looking back at me
and in the great consuming darkness
its light falls compassionately,
soft and yellow yet cold to touch
she was my sister, I loved her so much.

The room is still now,
filled with silence and
the lingering scent of
flowers; pale light and
shadows fall across the
floor while down the
hall he sleeps behind
the door ajar.

We were numbered on the rolling lawn
we were gathered to her side
she lay beneath the drooping tree
and oh, how all the white doves cried

The wind turned our bones to white
stirred our words to a low howl
carried the haka and the pipers tune
that broke apart the deepest well

It was a broken hallelujah,
swept through the night at 2.00 am
like a raging freight train
running on the rail of a single headlight.

The room is dimly lit,
she lies in shadow,
cold and still;
they sleep on the floor
beside her casket
so she will not be alone.

A bright light
In the deep earth
In our hearts
Laid to rest