I walk through old cemeteries trying to find out the stories of those who have gone before.
I wonder where are their families now. Are the graves being cared for. Are they still loved.
Nothing sadder than a stone fallen in disrepair.
When I hear a cemetery has been vandalized it rips at my heart.

I walk through old cemeteries trying to find out the stories of those who have gone before.
I wonder where are their families now. Are the graves being cared for. Are they still loved.
Nothing sadder than a stone fallen in disrepair.
When I hear a cemetery has been vandalized it rips at my heart.