Rose Lined Grave Poem by Silence Dogood

Graves line the fields but no one sheds a tear.
The dead arise as a new soul draws near.
The dead lie in their graves breathing their last breath.
Souls filled with anger and dying with regret.

They try to make a diffrence and appear in your dreams.
Just voices in your head their spirits cant be seen.
Lost spirits yearning for what they once had.
Ghostly spirits that are always feeling sad.

Their smiles have faded and they forgot their laugh.
Following the footsteps of the angels path.
One day they'll enter heavens gates.
And be reunited with their lost mates.

They'll remember their smile and find their heart.
Friends and family scattered far apart.
They'll recieve their wings and guide new souls.
They'll help the dead reach their goals.

They'll be someones hero a memory that will always last.
A childs guardian angel from a forgotten past.
The dead may not be alive but their names remain.
On the polished stone of a rose lined grave.