They laid you down in your stone tomb this sunny morning

In front of the small headstone you could call your own

Frail and unadorned, the best your money could afford

The only possession left in a life meager to the very roots

With no name, date, or face to be recalled, is this time's fate?

Your hand dealt, decided, your life so quickly snatched away?

Flowers in the Graveyard, looking healthy as new spring

But all you are is cold and grey, the life is gone, the life is gone

Flowers in the Graveyard, they have all wilted away now

And you are gone, like a bird flying up and away, you are gone

Your parents sit by your side, welcoming their child home again

Though much time has passed since your last meeting joined

I can almost see their ghostly tendrils reach out to encircle the spot where you lay

Three plain stones, to be lost in the mists of time to those who can only ponder

As the memories of those who knew you will perish, crumble to their own dust

We all stand by, in our suits and our ties, our Sunday's best, our tears like the rain

Cried out when reaching the cemetery yard, but waiting to burst forth like swallows

From their gilded cages in a little cloud, headed for morning sun and their freedom

To tear us down again, to bury us within our tissues, red-eyed in the dawn

They each told stories of you at the funeral house, many stood with their quotes

Anecdotes spinning from them of the life that you led behind the closed curtain

So few ever got to see behind your shell, your rough exterior, the life that you had

It made me wish I had gotten to know you before you had to leave on the last train

Taken away by the thing that no one ever saw coming, the sadness is mine.....

Flowers in the Graveyard, looking healthy as new spring

But all you are is cold and grey, the life is gone, the life is gone

Flowers in the Graveyard, they have all wilted away now

And you are gone, like a bird flying up and away, you are gone