I have no graveside to visit
No sombre place where the grass just grows
No hallowed ground with sadness implicit
No flower holder for a rose
Nowhere to stand in silence and remember
Nowhere to listen to the fall of rain
No headstone, ashes or dying ember
Nowhere to go and feel the pain
Instead I will find quietness somewhere
Instead I will make my very own place
Where the breezes soft or high winds rare
Will help me remember your face