The ashes lie in the box
We put in a wet finger
Write out the words
I am sorry
I am lost
It is a heavy message
Which flowers and blooms
A heavy paper trail
A sorry story
We have the pang to regret
But it is a story which will
Follow us forever
One we must share
But never forget
She held my hand
I remember
It is all a paper trail
Things we moved
Things we could forget
We are glad we have the ashes
And the box
It is a reminder
Of all things solid
And all things lost
We will play for it forever
