Glasgow, RSNO Junior Chorus

The Ending

Flowers on the grave

Withered and dying

Like the soul within

Though I try to lift my head, tilt my chin

I am alone in my suffering

My grieving, my crying

Life has no meaning

Life has no light

I dwell upon the darkest eternal night

My sadness infinite

Past happiness a dream

No one to support me, for my head to lean

To let out all those unspoken screams

And that is why

My dear dead friend

That I have given in to hell

And to the fiend.