I have gone into mourning
As one hiding away
A wild bush landing
Where here think I’ll stay
I bring only baggage
And matches to light
A fire will be burning
We're here out of sight
Don’t plan drown the sorrow
Or boil a big stew
But breathe and just be
Pray and sleep I hope too
Like waking from dream
I won’t try to move much
Just absorbing the shock
Plus observing and such
