| I woke one day and you were gone |
| I cried but you could offer no comfort |
| Your ashes were cast to the winds |
| No plaque No stone |
| Just fleeting infant memories to show your time on earth |
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| But now a lone rock on a bare hill will carry your name |
| A simple reminder that you were here |
| And among the towering sentinels of sandstone |
| I can focus my thoughts on remembrance |
| And I can finally say goodbye |