Oh hallowed ground where the dwell
I sit and listen to thy stories tell
Your voice is in the wind and rain
Your sorrow caries so much pain
You walk with me from grave to grave
For our relationship I must be brave
You died in ninteen and six
so tell me why do we click
Your gave stones beauty calls to me
And Mary Rose Scott on it I see
So many Scotts with you there lie
But no others have sought my eye
People feel you when I am near
And I can hear you in my ear
I see you walking sometimes there
But always feel your great dispare
Sometimes I see you oh so pale
And in my heart I feel I've failed
I know not what it is you need
But I can not set you free
Someday I hope you'll tell me true
Just what it is I can do for you
I've searched the records in the town
And of your name not can be found
Someday I'll find you in a book
I'll find it in a dusty nook
And then prehaps I can decern
What you would have me learn
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