Why do people act weird around death,
They'd rather talk of their lives and cases,
They'd rather skip the topics at hand,
And talk of something else,

Then there are those,
Who talk of the dead,
Bout how they'll be missed,
And all the good things they can say,

Sometimes there are those,
Who look forward to cheer others up,
Make you feel okay,
Catch the last tear and make it all stop,

Also there are those who'd make you cry,
Spread you're life wide across the sky,
Make you see past the wrongs and catch on the light,
Help you back on your feet and move on with life,

But there are some that says nothing at all,
Because they were there through the highs and falls,
They know the life they've lived,
And all the paths to which they've been,
And for them the loss isn't shocking but true,
So they say nothing,
And they don't have to,