It Could Be My Grave Poem by Guarded Heart

It is so rarely spoken of
Yet you know it to be true
There lies a girl that always loved you
The headstone is as morbid as the death
'A young girl, To early laid to rest'
No words of love or encouragement
Not even a date to mark her place in time
But you never felt her die
You know she is still with you
You have felt her in the night
Seen her creeping among the shadows
They killed her body and mind
But were unable to put out her soul
Its flames still burn bright
And you see her dancing in the moonlight
As you visit her grave on this night