Why Uncle Why

As I walk upon this land

I think of you. I think of you

Crying as the fall wind whips my face.

I think why? Why?

You left me here all alone with no dreams,

No hope, no faith.

I sit here on the ground weeping as tears

Fall to your grave.

I think of you. I think of you

Geese comfort my cry, as I walk upon this land

You were my only comfort, my only pride.

So why uncle? Why?