Weasel words br with easy starts br are not the first br ones to our hearts br when the cold cadaver light of day br takes one of those we love away br br After the funeral br - when the funeral was over br - After we had buried him br br We walked across the grass br We walked across the grass br leaving footprints in the dew br br footprints in the dew br How was that possible br ’God’s name how was that possible br br with him forever br And now, forever br footprints forever br br looking back across the grass br The warmth of the day br losing us all, foreverbr br Sean Joycebr br