Things get put to the back of your mind.
Where you save them for a more convenient time...

The sights that they see the people they could be.
There lifes are waisted and ended way too young...

Sweet Angels..
Wont you watch him...

Just Flowers and Stone..
She sits alone...

Wish you were here.
Up in heaven...

She Sat by his Side.
At the edge of his Bed...