Compost Grave-Song

At the back of the house by the compost
Is the plot where my brother lies dead
He got lost
That's what I told them
And I'm mocked by the stone on his head

How could I have known it would be like this?
It was a mistake!

Moss on the carving
Covers your name
Return to the dirt
My memories
Fading
And I am to blame

I left you in the dirt that day
How can I stand by your bed?

I am a fragment of stone that was broken
Oh, your mind
Still alive in the trees
Washed away
My mind is distilled
Into the purest form of grief

Show me your face, my brother forgotten
Let me go
Let me recall
Six feet below
Five decades away
You are gone but somehow I stay

Place upon me your blanket of soil
Dead branches above
A chasm beneath me
My regret fades to thoughts I can’t place
My mind aches to join you
If only that I could forget