digging deep down,
down into those years,
those years we stooped low,
stooped low into those flowerbeds.
nestled into his arms,
his arms that carried me,
carried me from those flowerbeds,
those flowerbeds that smell of mold.
we fell to our knees,
our knees that sank into those flowerbeds,
those flowerbeds that smell of mold and men,
men that were buried.
digging deep down,
down into those years,
those years before he was buried,
buried in those flowerbeds.