happy cemetery full of life
children's playing every were
birds walking around the cemetery
admiring the wings of the children's
wishing they can have them too
to be able to fly like they do
play and hide in between the clouds
but wait what is going on
were is everyone going
its' only 3 a.m.
don't go stay and play with me
i can't flay but i can play
don't go
know I'm alone alone in this cemetery again
paling with the bounds of dead people
pretending they are fun to play with
what now wait until tomorrow so they can come back
then they will be gone
and i will have to wait again and play with there bounds