Moonlight on a tombstone, illuminating a name.
Shining down from the heavens onto a hallowed grave.
This sanctuary of eternal sleep.
Moonlight on a tombstone, illuminating a date.
A fateful day when a body and soul would separate.
This cemetery of everlasting dream.
I walk through the veil of night to find answers in moonlight.
I sit before the tombstone, reminiscing silently
But then I ask the question 'Why were you taken from me?'
'Why were you taken?'
'Why were you taken from me?'
'Why?'