I used to sit there,
talking to tombstones.

I felt they listened.
I felt peace.

It was so quiet.
I went there to be alone...

I'd sing into a hollow
tomb building.

It was empty.
A crucifix hung in a

small window above...
My voice would echo and

I knew someone was listening...      
Inside me I can feel the wind
        
blowing through the trees...          
My graveyard, waiting for me...