Lonely Graves
Lonely graves
One day
The Lord looked down from heaven
And saw all the graves without flowers
Those with no visitors to mourn
He cried
These are my children
The one who begged on a street corner
The one who spoke to herself
Because no one wanted to hear her voice
These are my beloved children
The one who walks the street to find love
The one who found comfort in a bottle
God then created special angels
Sent them to earth with a mission
To stand at the lonely graves with no flowers
And mourn those the world forgot
These are my beloved children
He told them
Find beautiful roses
Sing hallelujah hymns
And he gave each grave
The name of Beloved
Written in the colours of a rainbow
If the stars shine
And the sun rises in the morning
So long will my lost ones
Be remembered
Copyright © linda eide | Year Posted 2024
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