Grave

Crumpled leaves, cool wind breeze Dying grass, congregated mass Cold dead stone,Corpes all alone Buried in earth, begins another birth Here lies the woman, The good,hearty person Who died from old age, her time now is off stage Shes beg and she's groveled, danced with the devil But now she is free, free to feel glee Dance in the flowers, away from mans powers Death is a coming, It won't stop me from loving Every day with the people i met, together life we will beat