Digging Deeper

Six feet under isn't that deep
preparing for the eternal sleep
maybe if I start to pray
these nightmares will go away
echoes of laughter spiraling down
angels swoop and touch the ground
lingering with one last kiss
memories and endless bliss
the moon's a teardrop in the sky
bullet holes, the stars pass by
graves are dug, the ground is set
hoping, dreaming...maybe, yet
no one hears the shattered scream
soft and knowing, a lover´s dream
maybe if the world was new
I would have lived there, just for you.