Cemeteries

"on the way back from the mountains,
stopped by the cemetery, drank to our youth
thought of our ages and stopped it"

-These Dead Streets, by A Wilhelm Scream

* *

"5-4-3-2-1"



There is a cemetery in my hometown.
It is located right off the highway.
And driving by it at night,
I would swear to you that
There is no place more peaceful.

At night, the trees stand guard,
Bathed in a pale, grey light.
Standing guard liked ancient sentinels
Over this most hallowed ground.

Winter is the most beautiful time
To see this peaceful place
Covered in a light, (white coat)

It gives an air of stillness
The quiet dignity of the dead

And everytime I see it, I cry.



(This can be sung to the tune of "In Vino Veritas" by A Wilhelm Scream)