I walk across the grass
And read the stone
A question I ask
Were they alone
Did they die at peace
Or was the world tough
Was death a release
Had they just had enough
I know it seems morbid
To think in that way
People probably think it\'s horrid
What my mind has to say
When I think of the lives
It hurts me inside
Pretty flowers are left
For people who have died
I pass through the iron gates
To see who\'s around
What does my future hold
Before I go underground