Dark Hand

As darkness falls
It casts a pall
Over the cemetery
They've locked the gates
I'll have to wait
Its getting very eerie

I've never felt 
Alone with so many
Forgotten souls
Their families gone
Time marches on
I don't believe in ghosts

What's that noise
Are they footsteps?
The crunching of the leaves
My bad luck 
Has run amok
Its hard for me to see

Its pitch black out
I hear a shout
From the gate below
An old lantern man
Lit by candle
From the old railroad

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