I will meet you at the graveyard gate, Where silence speaks, and time runs late.

Where you now rest beneath the stone, And I walk this path, aching and alone.

You lay there still, the world turned gray, Faced up to skies that stole you away.

A cold heart beats no more in chest, But in my soul, you've built your nest.

We talked of forever, of life hand in hand, Of dreams we'd build, of making a sta...