Graves line the fields but no one sheds a tear. <br />The dead arise as a new soul draws near. <br />The dead lie in their graves breathing their last breath. <br />Souls filled with anger and dying with regret. <br /> <br />They try to make a diffrence and appear in your dreams. <br />Just voices in your head their spirits cant be seen. <br />Lost spirits yearning for what they once had. <br />Ghostly spirits that are always feeling sad. <br /> <br />Their smiles have faded and they forgot their laugh. <br />Following the footsteps of the angels path. <br />One day they'll enter heavens gates. <br />And be reunited with their lost mates. <br /> <br />They'll remember their smile and find their heart. <br />Friends and family scattered far apart. <br />They'll recieve their wings and guide new souls. <br />They'll help the dead reach their goals. <br /> <br />They'll be someones hero a memory that will always last. <br />A childs guardian angel from a forgotten past. <br />The dead may not be alive but their names remain. <br />On the polished stone of a rose lined grave.<br /><br />Silence Dogood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rose-lined-grave/
