A procession of tears
Dressed in black garments
Each passing by
To look and to cry
To pray for the soul
May it rest in peace
When each comes forth
Words of remembrance
Of times shared together
Just one person lies
But memories abound
Moments of joy
And pain mixed as one
To care is to hurt
When we drift apart
Lonely the heart
As we stay in this wake
Grasp we cannot
The past that has gone
To hold is to try
To live it again
We must let it rest
Over soil of peace
Bury it not
Under pain and our sorrow
Remember we can
From birth until today
Smiles and tears still remain
But without the black garments
The wake is now over
We live with our past