Sights from a Grave
A crying in the lonely night
A soul that walks in the street
Running in circles, lost in dark
A pattern of no end
Soft taps of rain land on the street
Hitting the ground, running with ease
tears are flooding from those above
matching the leaking clouds
Fuzzy grey clouds cover the scene
The sea of black leaving
But I still lay in the wet grass
Watching those I love leave.
A soul that walks in the street
Running in circles, lost in dark
A pattern of no end
Soft taps of rain land on the street
Hitting the ground, running with ease
tears are flooding from those above
matching the leaking clouds
Fuzzy grey clouds cover the scene
The sea of black leaving
But I still lay in the wet grass
Watching those I love leave.