Dwell by Ray Wyatt
Verse 1: The dead watch over the living. Our fate they softly impress. Mortality unforgiving; He will host everyone as his guest.
Verse 2: From names like James Whitcomb Riley to the ones nobody knows. Whether viewed low or highly, Crown Hill provides a place for repose.
Verse 3: Whatever creed, color, country you belong to here on earth. In death united, we will be. Why don't we treat life with equal worth?