SECRETS

She rode on the hill where the rowan bloomed
On a horse that spoke of bygone days
The ancient tree a guard for all souls
And all who would enter the churchyard
The graves bore stories all secret now
Did the headstone say it all?

Secrets dwelled in the old churchyard

Buried there her ancestors
Whose mouths by death now were sealed
None could know the truth of their lives
Not make them live in the present
She longed to know her story
Connected with the past
But all she had was an ancient horse
She imagined bygone days

Secrets dwelled in the old churchyard

The sun began to set as she rode
Dying in the western sky
Looking to the horizon she knew
One day she might be with them
For she too would die just like the sun
And rise to eternity

Secrets dwelled in the old churchyard

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