Lost

By D. S. Johnson

Voices raised and voices shook
Words were read, hymns were sung
Casting, now and then a look
Towards where she now lay

Heads were bowed and tears were shed
Hearts were bruised, hands were wrung
Deep beneath the flowerbed
We buried her away.

O, simple loves and simple joys
May, fragile, be snubbed far too young
This little girl, amongst her toys
Was hope, another day

Now joy is dead and hope is lost
Our hearts are left forever stung
With clouded minds we bear the cost
We must forever pay