Sematary

The winters are cold The night leaves me shivering Follow me as I take you along the hill

Listen as the wolves cries out Listen as I bring you forth to another life

I don't want to live my life again If your not there With your smile

The air is leaving a chill as I make my way threw the Sematary The hill loomed in the darkness Garbage piled high

I can feel children toys beneath my feet As I made my way over the hill

The skies was filled with dark clouds as I walked over the cliff The bag weighed me down I could see the moon Full and bright as I made my way to the burial sight

Hush the silence with my cries I don't want to live my life again

Stories of the past Of buried cats, children, and as well with live stock buried beyond this cliff.

Whether or not to believe what is told I chose not to listen I have made it a decision To not rest awake at night Without the settle sounds you bring to my life

Here is where I rest you for now.