Corpses Don't Cry

Maybe it is not for me to say,
Still the idea circles my head.
The dead cover the living.
And so, the living cover the dead.

Who is to say that demise is misfortune?
I can see the fallen wait.
Waiting for the day we raise our chin.
The day we face our fate.

They watch over our lives.
What's more, we watch over their past.
The living prove that the dead have lived,
And the dead confirm that the living die.

We are fastened.
Unfaltering, we're tied.
Thus I know,
Corpses don't cry.