The Soul Of All Dead and Buried

A tattered gravestone words never read

Of a forgotten soul left already dead

Was it murder, suicide were they shot?

I guess it is just the soul we all forgot

His tears are what make the silent rain

Darkness shadows an unseen pain

Of a smiling face a cloak put on

To hide the other side he wants withdrawn

No one listens but they’ve all felt

What it is like to be dealt

The queen of spades and you want to forfeit

Take a dive and call it quits

You may think love hurts because love deceives

But watch the pattern that it weaves

Around your heart, it is the weakest emotion of all

But it what makes our chests rise and fall

Take in the flowers in full bloom

Go over to the tattered tomb

Take those flowers to the grave

Where apart of everyone lies dead, but brave