I love sitting in old dark cemetaries
so full of wonder
so peaceful yet so eerie
i love staring at the unmarked graves
of the lonely and forgotten people
for i shall be one of them some day
i love the eery silence, and how the wind blows through the stones
you can almost hear them singing
hold on your almost home
i love the sweet smell of the flowers
marking the brand new graves
i love the music of the dead
most are songs of sweet sorrow
others of pain and dread
still others are songs of hope
and of joy that will not end
yes, all these things i love dearly
and now i sweetly sing
of all the grace and mercy
i was lucky to recieve.
