We Are The Fun In Funera

Maybe someday I'll be set free
My memories They will not leave me be
I'm not cold Though the winter came
Unfurled its distorting cloak
over the world Disturb what this peaceful graveyard soothes
old centuries crumbling to dust
I die each day Walking beetween tombstones one mile high
And I still strive through what was not meant to die
Eternal watchers blind remind the fallen child to see
Stand with me