It's raining today Everyone stands With their black umbrellas Opened wide To catch the sky
Soft music played Inside the funeral home It echoes in their ears Old lyrics scattered To the beat of the rain
The ceremony was short The coffin was not open There were no deformities But the mother couldn't bear To see the body
The tombstone is small Simply carved No one quite knew what to say So all it reads is Gone but never forgotten
That's funny Considering who I was
I always prepared mental images of the flowers there would be, and I think I have a list of songs to play around here somewhere. None of that will happen.