Passing by the world is a blur,
Places in time long forgotten.
Markers of the dead long left to rot in shallow graves,
Silently begging to be remembered.
Say a prayer for their lost souls.
Find peace in the earth from where they were birthed.
Rest easy in their coffin beds.
Sleep quietly among the worms.
The mute guardians of stone have long since crumbled into to dust.
Another reminder of ages past.
Who will protect the dead who lie still?
Who will restrain the ghost who risen to haunt, no longer restricted to their eternal sleep.
Pray for angels to calm their restlessness and return them to their afterlives.
Pray as you pass by and leave them in a blur to be forgotten once more.
