You escaped us and went somewhere better,
I like to think of it as a world with no worries.
A world where you are free to be demon free.

A world where you weren't plagued with addiction and debt.
But now, as I look at you laying in a wooden box,
Your brown beads clasped stiffly in your hands,
I realise you were like me,
You never believed in a God,
So where will you go?

I rub your cold leather hands,
And for the first time I break down,
I break down because it's not you.
Not the Seamus, I believed in and loved.

And I know in the mourning I will let you die,
But for right now,
I will cry the pain out,
But deep down I know this pain will not go.

So as you escape,
I will try and bring you back,
No running away from this burden,
Even though I carry them on my shoulders.

So in this mourning I will rise,
In this mourning I will let you die,
But Seamus, what if I am not ready to mourn and let you die?
Where can I escape to then,
Because I am praying to a God I dont believe in.