For within the hallowed ground
Of marbled stone
Sits fog.. of sorrow and woe
It lingers…lingers of promises made but broken with time.
And of conversations that the wind now carry…
The leafless trees stand guard upon this temple of man
Cover your heads…mock not the tears that fall
For like the coals of a once lit fire we crumble…
And the wrinkles upon one’s hand is the reminder…