Those Iron Gates
I was passing the cemetery the other day.
The usual guilt still plagued me today.
Within those iron gates there lies,
Many of my loved ones that met their demise.
Each one is so special to me
I just can't bring myself to go there, you see.
Their graves are bare of flowers and trinkets of love
Because I just can't bear to look at them from above.
Standing over them like that brings me to my knees.
Others may not understand and think I am weak.
But in my prayers each night, I plead with the Lord to let them know
How much I love and miss them, and everyday my memories flow.
So if you see me pass and I don't stop,
Don't think for one moment that I've forgot.