At that moment, I cry and wish they were here.
Being alive for so long, all those years.
During the years experiencing both good and bad times.
When hope was low, that is when the sun began to shine.
The graveyard exists where we bury our dead.
We give our loved ones a place for their heads.
We cried aloud and say our prayers.
In time, things will get better.
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