In hallowed grounds, where shadows lie
A treasure trove, of untapped sighs
The cemetery's wealth, a secret keeps
Of dreams unfulfilled, and silent sleeps

The richest spot, on earth's dark breast
Where potential's seeds, are forever at rest
Unplanted, unwatered, and ungrown
The what-ifs linger, like autumn's moan

The youth who passed, with fire in their soul
Their spark extinguished, before it made whole
The innovators, the artists, the bold...