Silence Of The Dead

Like an old sepia picture of memories from the past
Of an alluring silence and a dull contrast
The faces have an expression of sudden flashes
But their horror now rests among their ashes.

On their tombstones it was engraved
"Lost to their wrong choices and could not be saved
But alive in the memories of friends and family
Who will take care of their wealth they collected so cannily"

Now, it is an unholy act to dig any graves
The dead have a right to rest in their silent caves.
But if you do take the broken stones apart
These dead will be found still holding their heart.

Perhaps they aren't dead, they are only sleeping
And in their heart, there is a secret, they are keeping
A secret so sacred that its worth to die for
Like a betrayal, a regret or love of someone you adore.

In the thorns their faces are again reformed
And from these sights everyone is warned
That should we not choose the right over wrong
Somebody else in our place would be singing our song.