GravestoneCB

Twas the days count down to 3, For us the merry band goes, flee. Moments tick on & minutes go by, For earthy light leave & havenly ground left unappeased, Though flowers grow in forgotten Fields. For love begone, Lay scattered below, As crushed pain pierces the soul. The broken pieces still beat along, Too bad the good part is forever gone, Though flowers grow in forgotten fields. Down, quiet & sound, We lay our heads, Unhearing those words of dread, For sadness blooms, & pain looms, Forcing upon a shadow of despair, Silence the shrieking, The dark is creeping, & flowers will line your face, Though flowers grow in for