Walking in the darkness of the graveyard
hearing the tender flowing voice.
Follow your mind to the waking point;
to live or die is no longer your choice.
Escaping the warmth of your bed.
Feeling the bitter bite of the cold.
Remembering the feelings of young,
and the long lost hopes of old.
Into the calling night
you hear her welcoming tone.
you enter the life of the ever-more.
Standing breathless and all alone.
