And the Cemetery Was

And the cemetery was so quiet It had me wanting to make less noise It had me wanting to breathe soundlessly For those who did rest there deserved their sleep But then, I chose to sit on a bench, To wonder about life's many events Why, someday, I shall be here, in this cemetery Someday, those who did love me shall come and tend to me while I do sleep I sat and thought about life About the love that slipped through my fingers Or rather, about the love that I chose to push away For it gave me more misery than joy I sat and thought about life About my parents and my family About those who had always supported me Those who always did bear with my dark moods I sat and thought about life About all that I did achieve About all that I did not About my broken dreams, my secret ambitions I sat and thought about life How unfair it surely is Revolving it does be, upon a false truth Revolving and spinning around a web made of its own magic I sat and thought about life Death does be the one with the golden crown Death does snatch us away from our thrones Regardless of age, creed, descent or lineage I sat and let my tears pour down What is this world all about, for it does have no meaning Why should there have been places like cemeteries on it Why is life all about And the cemetery remained deserted and quiet I looked all around me and felt like someone was watching me But I shook off the weird feeling A cemetery does be a place so lonely and deserted Someday, my body shall be laid down here Next to my kin of course But then, my soul shall be there with the celestial beings Yes, and then, I shall have things to say to the Maker Like making sure He did create a world where Death does not form part of it A world where living itself does be a treat A world so jolly and lively A world made of beings so bent on being good and prude And the cemetery still remained so peaceful I wiped my tears away I just knew, I shall be content resting here I shall be, even if my soul shall keep struggling for a better world Say I to myself as I walked away All the other places of the world do be so lively Only the cemetery does be so lonely Why, are the dead so easily forgotten? I walked away with tears still in my eyes and memories throbbing in my mind Life is just so false, life is just an illusion What was yesterday shall no longer be tomorrow Pray, the Holy Books said it right, we should not get attached to anything here!