The Cry of the Grave.

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by __JustAGirl

by __JustAGirl

I walked along the empty lane

With little care, if others hear;

On the streets of Parkvield's main

To the road by the cemetry, I came near you.

As I pass my way by, on the morning still

In silence, to gaze nature's light,

Did I notice at the moment

Was a child at the grave, to my myn delight.

No sooner than that, did I hurried near

And saw the child standing near a tomb,

Then I knew he was missing someone's dear

It was his mother, under God's care.

My heart for the moment was with him,

The feeling of remorse for the little lad;

No relief for tears, the sight was all dim

For me grief that was for his own mother.

Broken by sadness and pain, love did perish

Purely for him, loneliness he finds;

A smile that he wore, he once cherish,

One left for the child to mourn behind.

"Across the different world the feelings unread,

God was my only mentor", was the cry of the child;

"Though my lips would be dumb of song,

But the love for my mother would remain strong".

The lonely road, I no longer roam,

To the little own house I made my way home;

For the serenity of the child I only crave,

That I once heard from the cry of the grave.