Lonesome she sat on the graveyard bench 

with a basket full of lilies

to lay on the graves 

paying homage to those who lie asleep for eternity.

With folded hands and a silent prayer 

trying to decipher the mystery of life and death

she heard a whisper in her ears

"My flesh and bones cease to exist."

I dwell in the memories 'n hearts of loved ones

I sparkle in the eyes of my daughter

and the smile of my son,

Mourn not the waning of the inevitable.

I reside in the garden of heaven

free from the manacles of misery and pain

wipe your tears and square your shoulders 

for the departed were never meant to stay.