Why do we continue to look for the living among the dead
What lies buried here is just the mortal remains
While the soul has moved on forever
But we still put headstone and grave stones
To mark where the remains lay
We marble edifices and crosses
Statues of winged angels
Who see more tears
Than anyone would in a lifetime
We return to these monuments
When we feel the need
To get away from the world
To find a peace of mind
To find a ear with voice in return
So to pour out our hearts
And sometimes we return
On the shoulders of our pallbearers
To laid to rest never to wake again
But why we shed tears for the dead
Mourn their passing
Hoping they find a way back to us somehow
Why do we weep for the dead
When it’s the living for whom we should be crying for
For the dead have passed and gone
Moved to better world
A better place
But the living are there ones left behind
To pick the pieces of a broken mind
Why do we decorate these gravestones and tombstones
But turn eyes away from the pain of the living
At the end we are our dust
And unto to dust we shall return
But for now we shall continue living
Till it’s our time to be buried
And turn to dust.
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