For Those, Under and Alone

Under, alone
A knock on the door,
But no answer
Cold, a winter morning
No door, but a knock -
Still screaming for answer

A church laying still
There it stands, open -
But not for those.
Stolid they go - passing by
Not for those, laying underground
All around - there, everything is

Laying so still
Waiting for no one,
Still, people long
The breeze will whisper -
A cold winter morning
Under, and alone

Flowers scattered by the wind
Look around, take a minute and breathe
For those laying still -
Time will not matter
For time no longer exist -
For those, laying underground