Sitting on my graveyard,
under the mighty silver moon.
Enclave with the low music of darkness,
With all dead tunes.
Reason why I cried,
Reason why my eyes dried,
Reason why am broken,
is all I have forgotten.
Looking at the moon flower,
which only blooms in silver moon shower.
Even though my heart is dead,
I can feel the love it spreads.
How beautiful is this love.
Not only meant for lovers,
or friends or love birds.
It all starts with our lively birth.
But what happens next,
When heart stops to beat.
Is it not meant for dead?
This is how dead souls are treat?
They are warm,
With running all over blood.
But souls with frozen heart,
aren't dead get hurt?
With all lost tears of love,
returning to after life bed.
Surrounded by unexplained love,
Like the song of dead.
