It was colder than coldness . No-one was around .
A statue of a man grey and lifeless stared at me with cold , dead eyes . Within the dark , dank , damp cemetery gloom gathered ; it was as silent as smoke . Graves towered over everything casting shadows onto me.
The Beatitudes are things Jesus wants us to try and do .This is the Beatitudes song :
The Ocean waves to me as I sit on the golden sand .
It thrashes backwards and forwards all day long.
Then darkness creeps over and grabs my hand .
Pulling me towards the now rough Ocean.
I feel myself losing control.
My head blank , confused yet it knows this is right.
The Ocean grabs me and pulls me in.
Now all I can see is not happiness or light .