these were my walls
and now you hang
the portraits of
your loved ones there
i have no heirs
i never married
i am nowhere
my spirit is wary
i am nowhere
my bones are dust now
and when i go down
will you rest?
these were my walls
are they yours now?
and all fall
i can't be there
these were my walls
but they are yours now
all through the fall
i'll whisper sadly