In a lonely graveyard plot,
Where the lost and lonely go;
I saw the weeping of a stone
Upon the ground, I saw them flow.
Where the lost and lonely go;
I saw the weeping of a stone
Upon the ground, I saw them flow.
The words embedded deep in slate;
The cause of death, a broken heart.
I saw no flowers, his stone adorn,
But there embedded, I saw the thorn.
The cause of death, a broken heart.
I saw no flowers, his stone adorn,
But there embedded, I saw the thorn.
Buried deep, it seemed to pierce,
For flowing down were bitter tears.
Within my heart, emotions fierce,
As they broke my own veneers.
For flowing down were bitter tears.
Within my heart, emotions fierce,
As they broke my own veneers.
Pouring down was my own pain
Upon the stone of past gone years
Where the pain, I saw remain.
Upon the stone of past gone years
Where the pain, I saw remain.
*My poem as a song:
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