The Land Of Death

The Land of Death

As she walked thorough the land of death,
the smell of the graves made it hard to take a breath.
Why was she here? She thought to herself.
Who has passed, the world's death.
As she walks she see's a sight,
that puts her in dismay.
A grave upon a grave,
headstone upon headstone,
no more room for the world's dead
share the space lay one's head
where will i go when i am dead?
Will there be a place for my final rest?
As she walks, a tear
slides down her smooth pail cheek.
The grave yard seem's's endless, filled with
the loved and the lost, the forgiven and the forgotten.
So many tears are shed, and for what their bodies are dead,
and their souls have fled.
They fly happily up to the sky,
as their loved ones sit and cry.