Let me drape your dress
And smooth the contours
Let me put some make-up on your face
Let me brush your hair
Before we cover it with veil
In a moment
They will place his body
On your knees
And countless eyes
As they file past
Will be watching you
Some will be curious
Some will feel guilty
Some will feel compassion
Some will find solace for their pain
And to you
Apart from fleeting comforts
It will make no difference
The make-up covers hollowed eyes
The drapes your emaciated grief
Let me abide with you a while
Let me rest at your feet