A field of concrete, flowers, cements;
A place where everyone's last hours will be spent;
A place filled with voices silenced long ago;
A place filled with memories most will never know.
Filled with those who have fallen, broken, and bled;
Filled with unspoken words waiting eternally to be said;
A place filled with mothers and fathers;
Aunts, Uncles, sons, grandchildren and daughters;
A place filled with warriors, lovers, and friends;
The place where we all go in the end.
A place to remember;
A place to forget;
A place where we all have our final rest.
Through the hardships of life;
Through the trials of loves;
Through the journey from blood into dirt.
No matter the journey;
Or the path that we take;
We all lay as equals;
After our story's been made.
Side by side we all lay;
Never alone anymore,
We all find true solace;
In this place we've all seen before.
