"Surrounded by beauty death surrounds
Babies hands, the long hair demands
The mountains know the truth
Dignity to the dead. What would they think? What do they think?
We walk casually around the path, and stand under the shadows of the dead.
Is this sacrelidge or is it necessity?
Photos indiscriminate, Mother, Father, Son and Female child
Bones of love trampled with memories under foot.
Taxis stir up dirt and sells the skirt
Rest my friend, rest in peace. Rest under the shadows of the Haphazidness
May the mountains sing, sing a song a song of hope
Rest and rise to new birth as hope and life is born to the earth."