Lonely Graves

One day

The Lord looked down from heaven

And saw all the graves without flowers

Those with no visitors to mourn

He cried

These are my children

The one who begged on a street corner

The one who spoke to herself

Because no one wanted to hear her voice

These are my beloved children

The one who walks the street to find love

The one who found comfort in a bottle

God then created special angels

Sent them to earth with a mission

To stand at the lonely graves with no flowers

And mourn those the world forgot

These are my beloved children

He told them

Find beautiful roses

Sing alleluia hymns

And he gave each grave

The name of Beloved

Written in the colours of a rainbow

If the stars shine

And the sun rises in the morning

So long will my lost ones

Be remembered