Cemetary

I am one with sorrow
from the tree of grief I fall...
into the shadows
of an evil shade of grey
A taste of tears
is flowing down my tongue
like memories of days
when the world was new
and I was young
Nowadays my garden is pale
and the trees bear fruit no more
but so is life they say
of age the colours fade away
As time pass by in this twilight land
I wish the winds would take my hand