Wrought iron fences

Tangled vines
Cover the lattice
They creep and crawl
Around the house
Nobody lives there
Only ghosts hang around

I have seen hope
And glory fade away
I've heard old folks
Talk of better days
And all that's left
To guard the remains
Are wrought iron fences

Sarah Mae
Bore two children
One died at birth
And one at Shiloh
Now they're on a hill
Long forgotten
Carved in stone

Years go by
And everything changes
But nothing does