Echoes

Do you dream in that grave of yours?
Of pastures and meadows of green,
As the rain comes down, softly pours
Where no one heard your screams.

Do you dream in that grave of yours?
Of another time and another place,
Where once you danced upon the shores
Looking into your sweethearts’ face.

Do you dream in that grave of yours?
Of the death you violently died,
Do you here the gun shots roar,
Where the rest of them suffered and cried.