Covered up in Fashion
With Love and Compassion
And a heaviness that weighs from deep within
A heavy sigh releases
And breaks up into pieces
Sulking and withering away
A tear falls from high in heaven
From one of my close brethren
And shocks all with looks of Dismay
A fool who’s dim witted
And Heavily committed
That has proof that we’re not all here to stay
Following the Procession
It comes to my attention
There doesn’t seem to be any other way
It’s how we choose to grieve
The tangled web we weave
That leads to our demise and disfunction