Darkest Blues: Relief That Nothing Can Be Done Woods of Ypres

Shallow within the earth
Buried deep beneath the snow
You would remain forever young while the rest of us grow old
We would act upon our guilt
A northern burial was your wish
We would obey and fulfill, for your importance is strengthened by your early death

It's the truth in true despair
Deepest roots, darkest blues
The belief that all is lost
And that nothing can be done

Forever frozen, never to decompose
Your body would be preserved
While we all live and struggle on
And inherit the life that you deserved
Your youthful looks remembered, your dignity retained
While there would be no relief for us
And we'd look worse every day

It's the truth in true despair
Deepest roots, darkest blues
The belief that all is lost
And that nothing can be done

In our minds and in our hearts, in frames your image will hang
On the walls of grieving homes
And other places you would never go again