On this beautiful night
I wish to be with my mother
she would shine so bright
As I walk to the cemetery
I wish I were having some strawberries
I think of that I hope he won’t be mad
I hear grass rustle, I hear a muffle,
I keep walking, I keep hearing talking
I get to the grave, I see a cave
I see all these zombies; I think I see my mommy
She runs up to me, I feel her fear
I look at her, “Mom, is that you standing here?”