Six Feet Below

by John Peterson

I go when I'm lonely
I go when I'm sad
I go when I'm empty
Depressed or mad

My friends are all there
They know me so well
I'm upset when I see them
I know they can tell

Quiet and calm
Soft winds do blow
All of my friends
Down six feet below

They listen to me
No judgment is made
I talk and I rant
My manic tirade

Cold stones and grass
Tall ancient pine trees
The smell of fresh lawn
Cool autumn breeze

So many times
Have I been here before
I know they all hear me
They help me restore

Soon I will join them
Soon I must go
And be with my friends
Down six feet below