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I dream I walk the graveyard path

Reflecting on a troubled past.

Words and names etched on the stone

Call to me as I walk alone.



The sky above is dark and bleak.

My heart's resolve is growing weak.

I don't know if I can survive

The truth I seek to kill a lie



I'm taunted by a soundless jeer,

Compelled to look at what I fear,

And even though they never change

Once more I read the dead one's names.



Hope and Faith and Trust are here.

Their graves are stained with faded tears.

Beyond them lies the grave of Love;

The names below, the word above



Unwillingly I walk the path,

Forced to read each epitaph.

Urged toward the final tomb

Which I had thought an empty room,



But now I see beyond the gate

There is another path to take

That, when I have it's distance walked,

Will bring to me the truth I've sought.



A crippling dread engulfs my heart.

I cannot find the strength to start.

I know my soul will perish here

But I must know what it is I fear.



Before abandoning all hope

I search the crypt and find the oath

Upon the door, freshly engraved:

"Here you will be lost, or saved."



And then I see her, standing proud,

She whom to once I spoke the truth aloud,

The only one who's ever known;

I will no longer walk alone.



And as we walk this dead new road

I recall what I have always known

But my mind in terror shies away,

Refuses to accept my fate:



I must confront what I have lost,

Remember what I had forgot.

I am prepared to say the words,

To give a name to nameless hurt.



Standing at my side, my friend

She who would stand there 'til my end.

She quenches my desire to hide,

And helps me make the final strides.



I've sought the secrets of this world

And there, beyond the fence

Lies the final grave, the final word

The grave of Innocence.