Standing in front of my own grave

Standing in front of my own grave Walk in the cemetery is a beautiful time killing This a fascinating study of the life, and the past Yes, this is true, all cemeteries are part of life But people hate from the graveyards. But why? There is no answer to this why? question. Why? Is a cemetery disgusting? A garden of the past? A garden of olds’ lives? We must respect them They built our world, civilizations, and cultures Yes, I think so. Our ancestors fought for our life So many wars in our present’s past, died lives These lives in the cemeteries, in the graveyards They are alone, they suffering; people don’t mind Our past neighbors are heroes, all the man and… all the women; live now, the same as you and me Yes, but nobody thinks about them. But why? Why? All graves are flowerless and unkempt. Sad reality Yes, people forget those people who gave the life But past see us. We walk without gifts in the cemetery Our past lives just want only one rose on the grave I remembered my past life, I found my tomb; old new A name Mine A mother I know I took There Red Roses Mother Remember Your life Two Lifes Ago