It all comes back to the backyard grave.

The vacillating voice hits my head
With numerous cries
And impairing sound.
I have been hurt enough though, 
Can't grasp the meaning 
Can't grasp the thud 
Obstinate mind, would never try to hear 
The suggestion so true 
The voice in blues 
Faced hard cracks with shattering loud,
My heart, it gets up and searches for wows,
Promises by cheaters with cheering hopes
It all comes back to the backyard grave

Eyes can't stop looking at it,
Mind runs back to the memories again 
Thoughts are bright but dim is the light,
It yearns for more shine 
and yearns for rains
And it all takes me back to the fruitless hopes
And it all comes back to the backyard grave.