Sculpted stones line this old yard Names of those who've lived and loved Ponder days between their years Memories; blood, sweat and tears Questions sparked from deep within This game of life, did they win? Was there hope and answered dreams Or was it sorrow, rage and screams
When you look beyond What do you see Heaven or Hell Eternally
Just what was their last words To die alone or were they heard How to weigh the heavy thoughts The questions asked no answers sought Crimson splash of dusk ensues Turn to leave my time here through Forlorn glance to my demise Dying done; hope realized
Souls alone will walk the yard We all alone will walk the yardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
