A wounded solider watches over
Four graveless headstones
Generations of family
Buried together.
Visiting my own grave
Before I’ve died and gone away
See, the apples trees bloom
the sun still shines
In the cemetery
Where she was placed into the ground
Not long ago
Garden of marble
Interrupted by a single wooden cross
White words and a fortune lost
Perhaps a simple man
A horrid fate
Oh mother earth
Oh father time
Immortality is giving
Birth to us