Written by: Jordan Dickinson

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