Buried in the abandoned graveyard of romance br amongst the ancient weeping willow trees br there lay the final last remains of what was br what could have been and now never will be br br br br Broken dreams forever haunted and forsaken br Resting all alone not even one soul now to mourn br Absent a caretaker or even yearly decoration days br With only the endlessness of eternity to stand watchbr br Nicky McNeilbr br