• It's been a year since I last came here
    And yet I still hold you dear
    It's always been this still and quiet
    Everything seems old and tired

    The sky's in shades of grey and white
    And birds are hovering in the air so light
    The trees lean with the sweeping wind
    The long hills lie surrounding

    Walking in grass tousled with trampled petals
    Watching fallen leaves drifting to settle
    Stopping in front of this grave that holds
    A person that once lived so bold

    The reason why this place is still
    Why its solemnity has its will
    Like an unseen veil that separates the past and now
    Although it may not exactly be how

    Laying flowers you loved on this grave
    This sacred moment I had to save
    The most defining memory of you
    Fleets its slow way through

    I look around and it dawns on me
    That these million graves tell their own story
    Pity for those who had to leave so soon;
    Those who left in pools of maroon

    Time matters not in this place
    No, not even a hint or trace
    And even as I walk away
    I'll still believe I'll see you one day