I have been sensing the unknown ideals deep under the carved rocks they call graves.
Points of birth, death, and their lavish messages are not enough for my taste.
For they hide something deep within your long gone hearts. 

As I go row by row, I can see the years
that they have lived through, and how so much happens from just two centuries ago.
And going through the husk of what was a prosperous place gives me a sense of 
wonder of what it used to be, and worry if it’ll be the same for my hometown.

From the industrial smokestacks, to the Rhinelands of Europe,
and the chaos in Cuba, to Virginia and the Great Civil War.
Somehow, someone beneath the ground has seen something that has changed the world.
And that thing is what I have wondered about for over the years.

As I go on, year by year, I can see the world
that I once grew up in change around me, and how my life was different 10 years ago.
And seeing abandoned buildings that I knew were once so prosperous gives a sense of worriness, and the fear of what is to come next in my life. 

And so, the future sparks full of opportunities. And I have the will to live until death do me part.