Funeral Poem by Alexander Foald

Leaves falling down in the crumbling season
Someone's got to put the story to an end
Light turns off, dark burns up
The river stream down below from the top

In this funeral of our memory
Can't believe we've got the ending for such a story
While I try to cover up my eyes from the sun
I can't stop the tears that pour out from behind

So much time, so much fatigue
So many chance we could have take
And the wall never been tore apart
But we never try to climb up

We've seen things
We felt those feelings
We cried so hard
Now we step forward