I buried you father like a king,
With the sack of your treasures:
The days of small mercies where nothing happened,
The prayers you breathed in order to live.
Background: the fathers longing for God and for quiet.
I buried you father like a king,
With the sack of your treasures:
The days of small mercies where nothing happened,
The prayers you breathed in order to live.
Background: the fathers longing for God and for quiet.