Rows and rows of broken dreams
Letters carved in stone
Friends and family left behind
Shattered and alone
Some have flowers, some have notes
Some are simply bare
A crying woman speaks to one
A painful muttered prayer
Groups of people dressed in black
Gathering to cry
Dropping roses on a box
Asking themselves why
This grave is the one I seek
Saddest of them all
I touch the stone and start to cry
To my knees I fall
Wish I could have said goodbye
Could have saved you from this fate
"I'm sorry" whispered as I cry
Guess I was too late
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