In my Garden I look around.

My Liza Mona I buried in Grave in ground.

Along with Chamos a dog of mine.

We played together for a long long time

No more her loving face looks up at I.

I wonder why that we cannot keep in slot of time.

The body of flesh and spirit so good

Memory stays and so it should Stop the clock to stay still in time.

Go the memory of grief of that passing day.

forever we remain in time thats past. memories of loved ones will ever last

Around you look-- live and die.

Mortals we without that thought.

Remain only in spirit.