many sides to Rosey
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Walking up to this
Heavy wrought iron gates,
The wind has suddenly
Started blowing up a gust
And the chilly air pierced me
Deep down to my bones
Grabbing the iron bars
With my gloved hands,
I nestled my head
Between the iron bars of the gates,
Staring out at rows and rows
Of tombstones and of mausoleums
Which filled the cemetery
With flowers littering the lawn,
Over many and many graves
All of those lives, once lived
Now lost out to the world
Of the utter unknown
A curtain of loneliness swirled around,
Giving the cemetery an eerie mood
Beckoning anyone to join, if they dared
For after all journeys on Earth,
The Grim Reaper shall appear
The cemetery stood, finally taunting
For when we turn away
From the heavy wrought iron gates,
The Grim Reaper will still find us
Someday, and somehow
@ Rosey - all rights reserved
Heavy wrought iron gates,
The wind has suddenly
Started blowing up a gust
And the chilly air pierced me
Deep down to my bones
Grabbing the iron bars
With my gloved hands,
I nestled my head
Between the iron bars of the gates,
Staring out at rows and rows
Of tombstones and of mausoleums
Which filled the cemetery
With flowers littering the lawn,
Over many and many graves
All of those lives, once lived
Now lost out to the world
Of the utter unknown
A curtain of loneliness swirled around,
Giving the cemetery an eerie mood
Beckoning anyone to join, if they dared
For after all journeys on Earth,
The Grim Reaper shall appear
The cemetery stood, finally taunting
For when we turn away
From the heavy wrought iron gates,
The Grim Reaper will still find us
Someday, and somehow
@ Rosey - all rights reserved