Requiem for Dana Lynn

Flesh of my flesh
Bone of my bone
Sister of anguish
Lay your head down
Here you have thought
Labour in stride
Rest up in darkness
Suffer in life
Singer of songs
Come to rejoice
Daughter of honour
Lift up your voice
Lost some of hope
Rumoured design
Couple your branch to
Infinite light
Pray you find solace
In the air above the tide
There your mother is calling
You home to her side
Show us the rhythm
With the beat of your drum
How time is unfolding
Someday it will come
May you find shelter from the tempest we
As the trumpet is sounded to call you back home
Carry your lantern as you go before me
My work is not done here
My work is not done here
Someday it will be