To the Silent Grave

The silence a graveyard offers, isnt' that the most beautiful thing about it?
You run all the years, constantly looking for approvals
Trying to impress that girl. Toiling for family
Fighting the fights you know you will may be lose, yet not giving up
Beaten yet looking strong in front of the family
That mustache, the pride of manhood, till the end
That beast like stubborn strength which never accepts paint, till the end
All that fuss drenched in alcohol and smoke
All that brutal honesty adding more foes to the treasure
From black and white to the colours
The bell bottoms to the shorts
The chill looking dude to the old man with lines over the face
From the sulking over me not getting a good rank to
The celebrations with a beer when I was awarded a scholarship
Proudly confessing my victory with your girl on silent nights
My Dear Friend!

To the silent graves my friend. To the silence!