My Grave

It is upon the greenest hill,
I chose it laying still,
And now I'm here again,
Only now among my end.

I knew the day would come,
but how could I be so young,
still they took me away,
so here I stay.

I miss my mother,
I miss my dad,
I miss my brother,
I'm so sad.

I hear their sobs,
all around,
as they lower me,
into the ground.

My body's cold,
and now I'm in,
good bye I'm told,
goodbye my sins.

by J.R. Skydar

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