And they stand watch
As if we are to sleep
Never again to dream
This silence is serene
As we weave realities
In the depths of our quiet
Residents of the cemetery
Still as our bodies fade
Our feeble minds decay
Then our bodies grow cold
For when children turn adult
And have their own children
They'll watch and see too
All the things they blame
The previous generation for
As they too have become old
And the cycle repeats
Every generation is consumed
By the next, endlessly repeats
And the cycle is complete
