The journeys end
Tis the place where the lifes journey ends
To rest a home it lends
Rich and poor side by side
laid to rest three feet wide
Tis the place where the silence remain
To rest a home with no pain
young and old side by side
wait till judgement never to hide
Tis the place where the stone tells the tale
To rest a home, not for sale
dear and near side by side
To the heavens journey they ride
Tis the place where the memories begin
to the departed a farewell to sing
friend or foe, coward or brave
all to end in the deaths grave.
just december people start dying