In silent cemeteries
where shadows roam,
the stories of the departed,
are told in their eternal home.
The wind whispers secrets, through the weathered stones,
Of lives once lived,
and love that’s gone.
The gravestones stand,
like sentinels of old,
Guarding the dreams,
of hearts that grew cold.
A lonely lament,
for what’s been lost,
A farewell hymn,
to love and cost.
Yet, in the grave’s embrace,
seeds take root,
And from the ashes,
new life will fruit.
For in the darkness,
a light will shine,
Guiding us forward,
to a love divine.
Ballads of the grave,
we’ll forever sing,
A requiem for love,
that death cannot bring.
For though the body fades,
the soul remains,
And in our hearts,
their memory sustains.
