Silent souls mourn at night
Through wanting tears I feel their fright
Between the hills and valleys vast
These are souls of present and past.
Between the headstones, unmarked rows
My quiet tears will softly flow
Water through the skin will seep
My soul is lost in thousands deep
And every step is oh so brave
Every step is to my grave
Every sorrow I do know
Is mixed with those from long ago
Every breath that I take
Keeps me from my stone graved fate
And every soul around me cries
And asks me why I want to die.