As the rain falls on the cemeteries,
Where the dead all live in silence,
It washes away the memories
Of hope and love and violence.
The dead begin screaming and pleading,
Hoping someone remembers,
But their cries fall on deaf ears unheeding,
And the fire fades to embers.
As the souls all turn to ash,
And the memories fade to dust,
Everything goes out in a flash,
And they return to stardust.