I walk through the cemetery.

I walk through the cemetery where my dreams and heart have gone,
Among the silent gravestones, shadows linger on.
A somber journey, where echoes of love reside,
In the hallowed ground where dreams and hopes have died.

The air is heavy with the weight of yesteryears,
Each step I take, a journey through my tears.
The heart, a tombstone, engraved with love's refrain,
A cry of sorrow, a relentless, haunting strain.

Beneath the mourning willow, where dreams now rest,
I seek solace in the silence, my grief, a silent guest.
Photographs in hand, memories carved in stone,
I wander through the graveyard, forever alone.

Tears fall like raindrops on the cold, hard ground,
Lost in the graveyard where silence is found.
Whispers of what could have been, a ghostly song,
In this cemetery of the heart, where I've grieved for so long

The wind howls through the tombstones, a lamenting cry,
As I revisit the graveyard, where my love chose to die.
Yet, amid the shadows, a glimmer of grace,
A love eternal, a memory in time a slow pace

I walk through the cemetery, where my dreams now sleep,
In the quiet of the graveyard, my heart begins to weep.
Yet, through the pain and darkness, a flicker of dawn,
In this sacred ground where my dreams and heart have gone.