In Carencro, there is a field
where quiet shadows creep slowly
every stone is mouldered
and the wind refuses to blow

Walk through the grass walls
see how black it is
and beneath these thick trees
deep in the field is a headstone

There are no words written
no voice to question
only a vacant stone with
no etching

Once you hear the first
cricket shrill, be quiet
a faint and sad feeling
will fall over you

An innocent will appear
it's hair shines even
in the dark, it trembles
it cries, see the dark

It will glow blue
and whisper secrets
then there is a sigh
and its gone