Post by alostandbrokensoul on Feb 8, 2005 15:11:22 GMT -5
I'm walking in the graveyard
the wind blowing in my hair
the winter chill surrounds me
the coldness I cant bare.
The moonlight shines down on me
a pathway to his grave
the headstone of a boy
that none of us could save.
The earth is bare and broken
the grass is all but green
a dozen dead roses
on his grave is seen.
Sitting by the headstone
underneath the tree
I start to cry for the boy
that had to leave me.
He was just so happy
he always healed my pain
though we were so different
inside were all the same.
the snow begins to fall
covering the ground
I was his little princess
now i sit with a broken crown.
I just dont understand it
why he had to die
he was such a great brother
who lived a wonderfu life.
He was hit by a driver
who had to much to drink
so now my brother's dead
becasue a man forgot to think.
