كلمات Graveyards

There's a graveyard where no graveyard used to be There's a graveyard made of grass and memories Over ground that's overgrown, the grass, the skin, the blood, the bone That's buried here in scores The never-ending sores There's a braveheart where the graveyard used to be Fighting an imaginary cavalry All the dead in this dimension wield a weapon of retention Hidden from him now Until they will allow There's something reminiscent of a grey and weathered china cup I'm sure that's just for me The things that i can see Where graveyards used to be