Cemetery Hill

Cemetery Hill

On top of the hill where I often go,
My brother is there six feet below.
Of course I'll come you know I will,
He waits for me on cemetery hill.

Rest in peace my loving brother,
In a silent sleep with the others.
Your body lays in an eternal state,
Your soul was left for God to take.

Know I will come to you and talk,
Just above your grave I will walk.
You went home two years ago,
God wanted His son you know.


BY: Kings

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