Take Me Back To My Grave

It’s so easy to see what they’ve done now How things were and what was what This little street where I roamed In this small town once called home How things were when I was here I was so young when I met my grave

The angry hand that put me there I roam the house where I once lived I see the story play over and over again How sad they were those that put me in my grave Take me back to my grave where I can sleep now No more unrest, no more questions

Take me back to my grave and leave them at peace Their sin is done, forever this is where they will be I want to rest in my dreams Take me back to my grave and let me rest I wait for them with open arms They too have died, in prison their soul remains

I wish different for me so please take me back to my grave No more walking down dark halls No more standing over the living weeping on their knees Their deed is done and there’s no returning for me I wait patiently Take me back to my grave