I like to visit it, every now and once again
Where the rich men lay, as there bodies decay, no need for mortal pain

For the wealthiest place on the earth that can be. Is a graveyard you see
For the dreams of the men, and the wishes and hopes
Lie buried below, trapped, in the forgotten minds of dopes

Like the one who's buried here
Abused his whole life by extinguishing fear.
Did you know he had the cure my dear?
The worlds sickness could've been gone and clear.

And the poor fellow buried over there.
Had the secret to a full head of hair,
Too bad he took it with him to the grave.
Lived a life of servitude, a modern slave.

But, not all died old, most left us quit young.
Kicking and screaming, to life they clung.

For these, are the men and women we remember most! Oh what a pleasure to host,
the ones who boast,
full of ideas utmost.
Compost of the greatest things that can be,
specifically tailored for you and for me,
well maybe not for me,
but you see
The possibilities of we.

Yet, these ideas and things,
Lay dormant and snuffed
Only pain it brings
To the ones who lived, cuffed

Cuffed to this mortal world, with their mortal lives,
Their mortal hopes, mortal beliefs, and mortal lies.

The greatness and potential of what was, they had, what not
Now forgotten, down they trot
Deep into the grave, their mind asleep
How the widow and the children weep,
Oh they weep, and weep together still
Till forgotten on a whim, or forgotten from the will.

All men die, but not all dreams live,
And this graveyard to which they give, those dreams, that never met hope,
The faith that never saw the scope
The belief down deep, never gripped a rope.

You must now forgive
The time has come for your life to come to an end
Don't struggle to live
Accept the pain
And in the ether you will give

Maybe the next generation will
Remember your ideals
But the one following, surely won't
So don't

For your dreams were always meant to die,
And here your body will lie
So, if you're looking for the agony to cease
Lay back and put your mind at peace