There in the corner they are, the belongings.
Once owned by her; she’s gone, you know.
Away they are packed in a neat little stack,
Nothing, no nothing, can bring her back.
Accept the stark fact, nothing can last,
Away time went, away to fast.
Sad to gaze upon, the belongings.
They’ve served their time all tattered and old.
She answered the call of sweet angels singing
Her life now like history unraveled and told.
There in the corner they are, the belongings.
Away they are packed in a neat little stack.
time passes but no loved ones calling.
No one, not one, to wish her back.
Accept the stark fact, of that sad little pack, the belongings.
