Holding hands through graceful land,
Joyful faces carry us through the days,
We might share heartbeats if I speak...
Sluggish was I to see deaths stroke,
Grasp weakening to your touch,
Grave keeper Lay's me downward tonight.
This flesh can not call back my soul,
Essence drifting through the eternal quagmire,
And body like statues empty.
.
Time has forgotten my love for you but I have not,
Surrounded by dried soil with grass dead,
Resting upon my tome stone is deaths-head.
