TOMBSTONE TERRITORY
Candice James
Copyright © 2010
Tombstone territory
Where yesterday’s ghosts roam.
Each one has a story,
An epitaph or poem.
There’s gravestones all around.
I don’t know where to turn.
Past loves dead and buried
But memories still burn.
The darkness gathers in
And strangleholds my heart
My eyes grow sore and sting
I feel the teardrops start.
There a cold chill in the air
Iced with love’s lost heat
Tombstone territory
Where ghostly specters meet.
The teardrops and the glory
That never find a home.
Tombstone territory
Where hearts are cold as stone.
I turn my collar to the wind
And say a silent prayer
That I may find your heart again
Sometime, someplace, somewhere.
Tombstone territory
Where yesterday’s ghosts roam.
Each one has a story,
An epitaph or poem.