It laid in the midst of the cemeterybeneath the big gloom tree leaves withered and dry cased aside, I wondered why unpainted with no statement, no here liesthe faceless tomb, not wife, nor a groomno tears, no weary eyeslike a bat in the day they all stared blindno family, no love unpainted, with no name, no faceno statement of happiness or graceno one to bare their sorrows no one to grasp their pain just a body in a room. I guess they feel cold when the sun's outand worst when the bell shoutsto see the gathering they didn't have left all alone, with no one to mourn.