As I stand upon your lonely grave, itâ€™s nothing much to see.
Nothin left of us, just a you and me,
As I stand about, itâ€™s all just a haze,
So through buried memories I decide to gaze.
Through a vision of smoke and fire,
I saw death; a grim desire,
Your reaching hands, our beating hearts.
Was what death ripped apart.
And from whence the shadows play,
Came death on this sunny day.
I heard a different scream of pain,
I looked, and saw another, death had slain.
My eyes were for you and you alone,
Your blood covered us both, and through your wound I could see-flesh, blood
So I held you tight.
Begging you not to go, yet death was stronger, and pulled with all its
As I stand upon your lonely grave I feel a gentle breeze,
And suddenly I smile, and my mindâ€™s all at ease.
With the knowledge that Iâ€™ll see you soon,
As another death had taken to their silent tomb.