Can this stream of tears ever dry?
It just won't stop the more I tried!
The spherics of its wetness just got bigger the more I cried!
Each of its drop is hot enough to bake me a fry.
So gentle people could fly this high,
That the best the birds could give was just a sigh,
Tho' the brightness of the sun had shone brightly by the time you died.
But mama why did you refuse to even wave us a bye?
Death has now locked your goodness in a coffin,
With bones soon left to dry out lean,
Your soul will now wear white gowns without cufflinks,
Your dance is now only to the king of kings.
You died ripe in age,
You even left as a sage,
Your wisdom so enormous are now locked in a cage,
So your birthdays will now come with no more bellies served with cakes
Adieu! As God forever liveth,
May you find a place in heaven stayeth,
May songs of victory be beautiful for your soul to forever singeth,
And may your soul forever in peace resteth.