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'd be like this? It was a mistake! Moss on the carving Swallows your name Return to the dirt My memories fading And I'm 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