Sweeping Up The Gravestone
The petals of the red roses
Are dried and dusty brown
They're dancing with the gold leaves
Drawing circles on the ground
They don't know what they do
Or where the wind has blown
Heavens hand is holding them
Sweeping up the gravestone
A spring snail was washing
The dash between her dates
It was long and full of life
Though it's line wasn't straight
Now its deep, hard and strong
And rests above those bones
Time won't erase her mark
Sweeping up the gravestone
I try to come here when I can
To brush dust off her name
Have a talk with a ghost
That's feeling no more pain
Then I think remember when
I was not all alone
Now it's me and my teardrops
Sweeping up the gravestone
