Graveyard of Buried Hopes
Making our way through the snow
Erasing our footprints as we go
Looking for people buried here
The night is cold; the air is clear
I think of the hopes from long ago
Buried beneath the layers of snow
Here
I miss my parents more than ever tonight
But I cannot deny you your right
To mourn your own this Christmas Eve
I'll be by your side to help you grieve
I find the place where the Potters have lain
Ever since the night they were slain
Their time was short upon this earth
Yet, with their deaths, they proved their worth
I wonder if this is all there is
To meet, to love, to lose, to miss
I lay a wreath upon the grave
Of the parents who died to save
You
Who can tell what could have been?
The possible past is forever unseen
What does the future have in store for me?
The path is tangled, as far as I see
As we turn to walk away
I close my eyes, begin to pray:
For all the lost souls searching tonight
Let them have some welcome respite
Bring them home, wherever they be
Oh, bring them home, wherever they be.