Stone Floor

A cold stone floor, a naked body does lay. A sob of pure sadness, the cold won't go away. This feeling unfettered as they cry out in fear. On a cold stone floor, a naked body does rear. A cold stone floor, a covered body lays still. The life once within, sees death have its fill. The soul now set free, screams in remberance and pain On a cold stone floor, a covered body remains. A cold stone floor, a tattered body has died. Those left behind now see, know, and have cried. They shuffle away, to find peace in their sorrow. On a cold stone floor, there is now now tomorrow.