from grave

Its a cold slab of marble
And I lie down on it
I dont read the inscription
For I dont have the heart
Its the grave yard
And I sleep here
Across the corner there is another stone
With my name on it
but I dont care
And sometimes like the old days
Roses bloom and I start crying
or should I laugh
Every night I dream about the dead
And I wake up with a warm heart
And then I see those graves
And I am as cold as ever