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