As I Wander Père Lachaise

Wading through a sea of leaves
Under dark and barren trees
Dead as the bodies underneath
None of them are dead; they sleep

Over mossy cobblestone
And gravelled rocks so careless, thrown
The ground, the leaves, reclaim their own
And so shall we all return to bone

Balance on uneven ground
How does a flat path become round?
And why are the birds the only sound?
Here lie the lost, here lie the found

I cross back down; I cannot rise
This cemetery's filled with eyes
Those awake and those who lie
In every tomb I'm walking by

Under evergreens the shadows spread
And open doors fill me with dread
Did empty graves give up their dead?
I stop awhile but I should press ahead

Some paths are winding, some are clear
Some make peace and others fear
But I cannot leave this graveyard, dear
For all the paths lead back to here

So I head home in gathering dusk
I must return to streets I trust
And perhaps the leaves, perhaps the dust
But something whispers, "Stay with us"