Here I lie forgotten, broken, sunken in the ground. Do you see me ?
No, no one sees me.
In life I was just a shadow on the wall.
In death I'm a chore for the groundskeeper.

Can you hear me sigh ?
Does a cold breeze touch your face ? Make you pause and wonder ?
No, not even that.

"sigh"
Melinda Payne

Here I lie forgotten, broken, sunken in the ground. Do you see me ?
No, no one sees me.
In life I was just a shadow on the wall.
In death I'm a chore for the groundskeeper.

Can you hear me sigh ?
Does a cold breeze touch your face ? Make you pause and wonder ?
No, not even that.

"sigh"
Melinda Payne