I was walking along a quiet placeLots of weeds and graves I face

Flowers grow peacefully with grace

Six feet under, they await their case

Each grave there, has a story to tell Of the time they're alive and well Of the living earth, they did dwell Of the time they rose or fell.

They saw the sun set at the shore Birds fly high, they heard and saw Their families, they all cared for Like us, they're once alive before Love and loved, they once felt the glow LIFE. They're there, not too long ago But now they're dead and buried below Graves tell their stories, row by row

 Depends on their faith, low or high The dead may smile or painfully cry Now six feet under, alone they lie 

It's the beginning for those who die...