27 July 2012
Churches and graveyards are all around With so many bodies just lie in the ground Most of whom overgrown and covered in moss It seems to me such a terrible loss
Moss and weeds cover the stones Underneath the stench of rotting bones Names and dates of years gone by Just looking at them can make me cry
Old and young and rich and poor We all end up under this green floor Some of us come and lay some flowers Some even lay under tall marble towers
But most have been long forgotten Coffins all full of bones who lay just rotting Names on the stones nearly worn away What a sad end to a perfect day.
Bones • Opuss № I