The dead walk amoung their graves,
I wanted him with me,
But he couldn't be saved.
A family lost in the light,
trying,
but you can't seem to do it right.
A lost lover amoung the dead,
A drowning heart,
filled with dread.
Burry me in a grave of grief,
without you now,
there may never be relief,
from this grief
as it hangs over me.
A mere lantern,
lost in the night,
the loneliness leaves me with nothing but fright,
though the lanterns leave a dim glow,
you may never know,
how much I've loved you.
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