Someone died here

Maybe moss grows on their bones

They are forgotten

Blood spilled into the soil

Echoes the only thing that remains

They are long dead

Maybe moss grows on their bones

All that they knew is lost

Their bed is covered in vines

The classroom is dust

The school is no more

And the hallways echo emptily

When this person died

Maybe moss grows on their bones

It was spoken of in hushed voices

Whispered of at hall corners

Passed from person to person

And not believed

Few knew them or cared

If it was told where they died

Maybe moss grows on their bones

It would mean nothing

It was long ago

The message would not be passed far

Disbelief would fallow

But it would be forgotten

Then someone was dead

May moss grow on their bones

And it was not me