The journeys end

  Tis the place where the lifes journey ends
  To rest a home it lends
  Rich and poor side by side
  laid to rest three feet wide

  Tis the place where the silence remain
  To rest a home with no pain
  young and old side by side
  wait till judgement never to hide

  Tis the place where the stone tells the tale
  To rest a home, not for sale
  dear and near side by side
  To the heavens journey they ride

  Tis the place where the memories begin
  to the departed a farewell to sing
  friend or foe, coward or brave
  all to end in the deaths grave.

Pavin