Gentle breezes can lie
  Or do the act as death's last sigh.
They warned that the end was neigh
   Yet here I be.

I be here?
Nay, for if they be gone, I be there.
Yet I be where?

Gentle breezes soothe me not.

Gentle breeze ye blew that day,
The one goodbyes were forced to say.
I think on why it was the way.
My love, I can lie.

Gentle breeze ye knew I knew?
  Nay, this loss not be new.
I watched again my love be slew
  Yet never again my child too.