When the men in black leave
when the traffic queues resolve
when the bus goes back to base
and the church is locked up

When they return home
to an empty chair
and a silence
never to be filled

When the sun finally sets
over distant hills
darkness looms large
as the sea ceaselessly moves

All that remains
will be a tall standing stone
inscription it'll bear
slowly to fade

You are not gone
you live on in us
as long as we remember
you live on in us

The sea will recall
and the wind will whisper
the wild birds cry out
as the seasons revolve

Your name on a stone
Your name in our minds
Your face in our minds
Your soul lives on in ours

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