Jan 2018
Why does death bring out the best in us
Where we don't speak of ill will
Is the suffering enough from the loss
That we don't dare add to the bill
When it's hard to find words so kind
We might say God rest their soul
Try and smile knowing all the while
The truth is left untold
Makes you wonder why when we're still alive
We let each other be
Reasoning that it's their life to live
And has nothing to do with me
Too late to make a difference
Now that they're not coming back
Knowing the truth it's still what we do
When don't speak ill of the dead
Where we don't speak of ill will
Is the suffering enough from the loss
That we don't dare add to the bill
When it's hard to find words so kind
We might say God rest their soul
Try and smile knowing all the while
The truth is left untold
Makes you wonder why when we're still alive
We let each other be
Reasoning that it's their life to live
And has nothing to do with me
Too late to make a difference
Now that they're not coming back
Knowing the truth it's still what we do
When don't speak ill of the dead
Thinking about attending funerals and knowing the truth about a person while the picture painted is a total lie to up lift the horrible life they lived, maybe if we uplifted each other while we're still alive that might change.
