Often does the sun shine to spread its vibrant rays,
Upon the Stoney, marble surface of those whose souls had to stay.
Pay homage to these fellow men who cannot move and will not rend,
Tell from these names who had passed before their time,
Inevitable date when which their souls were confined.
The ground never sleeps nor will it ever stop,
Passive aggression transition to a morose retention.
We all know it true, not even blood will stop its rage.
When the clock goes to ticking, our lives will stop and fade.
Take in the dark suns low-light days, compare it to a bashful way.