She sat like stone roses in a glass,

silent and cold.

Her heart had grown restless,

as she had grown old.

"There is no reason," she mused

"only a feeling..."

Even she knew what a lie that was.

The last time she could feel,

she was still alive.

she was still alive.

she was still alive.

But she does not.

As the burly men

gathered round her corpse,

the mourners cried, the angels sang,

for this old woman,

who had finally died.

Body and Soul.

Body and Soul.