SearchingCool wind blowing through the old oak trees
The clouds covering the moon with the greatest of ease
Searching for things that go bump in the night
Watching for visions that aren't in most peoples sight
I have a gift some say it's a curse
I've heard this from day one it sounds so well rehearsed
A coldness surronds me as I walk through the cold stones
So many bodies around yet I feel so alone
Memories of loved ones still dance in my head
I miss them so dearly lying in their earthly bed
What's this? A voice I hear
It said I miss you, I don't want to be here
I fall to ground like hard raindrops splatter in the dirt
The anguish of loosing a loved one causes so much hurt
I know I can't see them but I know they are around
Looking at me from their cold stones all soiled in the ground
artistic 
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