I guess there's really no up sitting at a bar trying to find happiness in a cup.
I'm trying to be a man you see hiding my emotions while I try to fight off this insanity, but there's really no help.
Love comes through but when it's gone I'm by myself.
So what do you suggest I do?
Put on a fake smile, and laugh at a joke or two.
You see death for me is hard to take, and it seems that every time I sleep all I see is her face, but not the one of smiles and life it's the one in the casket where someone's turned off the lights, and for the life of me I can't remember her voice when I try, I hear the mourners and the pastor hollers rejoice.
What tears me up the most is my father's tear soaked face.
It shattered my illusion that for a man to cry is a disgrace, but the fact remains the same, my sister is gone but I'll never forget her name.  
"Tashona"