With the body gone, I
No longer see a beautiful bust,
Notice the tears with free release,
Begin to know thousands of new feelings.
With the body gone, you
Cry and cry,
Mourn and mourn,
Sob and sob, some more and more.
With the body gone, he
Internally breaks and fails,
Externally stays strong for a man must not be seen crying,
Protects his daughter's pure body of innocence.
With the body gone, the World
Is one man short and three men larger,
Working to cover its unknown loss,
And keeps moving like the gears of solar powered clock.
With the body gone, God
Takes the soul,
Holds it carefully in his hands,
And admires the man who put the money on the table and said "here."