A cemetery full of dead people lined up in rows.
The love we had for them only grows.
Every year goes by
And we wished they were still alive.
One face to many leaves us year after year.
We are facing another birthday or another Christmas in tears.
But the one thing that never left us was the memories of us.
We are still holding on to love.
Many years gone by..
It still hurts, but are tears became dry.
It hurts in a different way..
Missing them each day.
We have stories to tell everyone
And to know our life has just begun.
Our loved ones visit us in dreams,
They still love us, I believe
©terrylin53
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