faith, belief

when you cross a cemetery

you have to pay attention

between all those graves

between all their hands

they are touching us

but we have forgotten

and we have no faith

no more

they are kissing us

stroking our heads

sometimes don’t care

they’re invisible

so when you cross a cemetery

the ground is full of them

and the air you’re breathing

is made of love

for those who don’t believe

they have gone forever

but we know that

when we cross a cemetery

we have to look for us

one of the graves could be ours

cause  we are between the deads