The cold wind blows on the back of neck
Sending a shiver down my spine
The lone piper plays Flowers of the Forest
As I stand in the crematorium garden,
Knowing I have lost everything that was mine.
The colour of the sky is a murky shade of grey
The colour of my heart is blacker than black
No more do I want the sun to shine
I want rain every day to wash away my pain,
Because the love of my life will never be coming back.