This is the first night
Dry flour is scattered
on the ground
She will come
she will come
she will put her foot down
she will go
We will sleep
we will sleep
even in grief we will sleep
She will see
she will see
she will never see us again
We will tear
we will tear
we will tear out our hair in the morning
She will stop
she will stop
halfway down the road she will stop
We will forget
we will forget
in this very grief we will forget
